We pitched a dream of books and tea,
A cosy nook for you and me
The landlord smiled and warmly spoke,
"No booze, no vapes — that's not a joke"
"We love our books, we love the arts,
Not clouds of mango mist and darts"
Alas, the bidding came and went,
Another hopeful soul paid rent
So imagine our surprise today,
When passing by along the way
To find the unit, proud and brave,
Now selling lager, vapes and Wave*
The books are gone, the shelves are bare,
Just fruity vapour fills the air
It seems the lesson's plain to see:
A landlord's "vision" isn't always reality
Still Literatea turns the page,
And exits this particular stage
For every chapter lost, we've found,
A better plot twist waits around.
*Other brightly coloured energy drinks are available