With the path the UK is on, that pub will be closed to keep from offending the ever-growing muslim population. Won't be much to brag about after that.
“The Saracen’s Head” looks down the lane, Where we shall never drink wine again, For the wicked old women who feel well-bred Have turned to a tea-shop “The Saracen’s Head”.
“The Saracen’s Head” out of Araby came, King Richard riding in arms like flame, And where he established his folk to be fed He set up a spear—and the Saracen’s Head.
But “The Saracen’s Head” outlived the Kings, It thought and it thought of most horrible things, Of Health and of Soap and of Standard Bread, And of Saracen drinks at “The Saracen’s Head”.
So “The Saracen’s Head” fulfils its name, They drink no wine—a ridiculous game— And I shall wonder until I’m dead, How it ever came into the Saracen’s Head. —G.K. Chesterton, The Flying Inn
