10/16/2026
The Front Bar
A crowded corner, a narrow space,
A hundred thirsty souls to face.
No room to turn, no time to think,
Yet somehow everyone gets a drink.
Elbows collide and bottles fall,
There’s barely room to move at all.
The orders stack, the people shout,
But drinks keep flying, round after round.
A tiny bar, a mighty feat,
A thousand drinks, no room for feet.
Against all odds, we raise the bar,
A beautiful nightmare, the Front Bar.
