1.
My social life glows momentarily
on winter Sunday evenings
in The Pub Quiz league.
2.
The newbie knows the taste of blood
is not red, but quiets her mouth;
she feels she lacks "experience".
A good team needs one who always knows
who methok'd with Abendigo
and sunk the Wurble fleet,
but most of us are ballast.
3.
An encompassing taste of flowers,
wilting in a hop bitter foliage,
gives gentle colour to the evening.