Beer

For Fifty years i been sittin 'ere I Love this pub and I love me beer I've tried em all, the Guinness, the Stout but, this one drink I can't go without. I must admit though, once i've sunk a few. I'm up and down to the bloody loo. One pint in, two bloody pints out. up 'n' down all bleedin night. I've got my own spot in the poxy trough ( I stand in the corner to the right). Now, 'Er Indoors, She bends me ear. About how many nights a week i'm here. but, it's the only place I can get some peace, and not to mention the fruit machine that I can fleece. I aint worried about me dinner, No. Cos she's burnt me food, so kebab shop, that's where i'll go. But, not before the last bell's rung and my final pint is drunk and gone. I Stagger home, slightly worse for wear. I WON'T be sick. (besides it' would be rude to share). This final walk, it's made me think. I Can't wait for tomorrow for another drink