In days of old
When wives were bold
If they brewed enough ale
They offered it for sale
No TV ads
No hoardings, billboards
No papers – tabloid or sheets broad
How then to fetch in the drinkers?
They tied on their roof a straggly bush
And stood aside to avoid the rush
The photo shows The Bush, a public house in my old home village.
crispina kemp 
A clever way to attract customers
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It’s what historical writers tell us 🙂
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Cool.
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🙂
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Word of mouth goes a long way, once it has been discovered!
Fun tale told in poetical line 🙂
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It’s a truth! So I was told. Or did I read it?
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If it’s written, then it is even more real 😉
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Yea, that’s how I figure it!
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😁
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This is very cute!! Your talent for verse and rhyme on the fly like this is remarkable!
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Not a great poet though. I think Shakespeare’s position as England’s Bard is secure.
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This is a great take, I like it
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Thank you. Time was, I used to drink in there. 🙂
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👍
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Indeed, here in Massachusetts in colonial times, the production of beer, ale, and cider were originally all done at home. The houses that turned into inns also tended to become larger producers, and eventually crowded out most hot brewers.
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Here it was a matter of taxes that closed down the home-brewed ale houses. The housewife couldn’t afford it.
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That should be “home brewers,” not “hot brewers.” Sigh. Autocorrect strikes again.
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Yea, I figured 🙂
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