One Two Many
Once a week, like clockwork
McGee goes to the Pub
The barman smiles and asks him
"What can I get you, Bub"
McGee with three fingers up
Shouts out "Just three beers"
The barman serves them up
Nods his head,as he says "Cheer"
Every single Sunday
McGee buys just three rounds
Sits in silent vigil
And drinks all of them down
Now, the barman got quiet curious
Asked, "Why'd you order three
One at a time, would keep them cool"
He recommended to McGee
McGee said "Well, One's for me
And those two, for me brothers
It's been, thirty years today
That we haven't seen each other"
So we devised a ritual
That ties us like a tether
We each go to our local pub
To have a pint together
The barman, thought that quaint
Said, "Then I'll leave you here alone
Just holler if you need me"
As McGee sipped on the foam
The very next week, McGee comes in
And sits down on the stool
The barman said "Three beers , my friend"
McGee replied, "Just two"
The barman was in shock
As he brought McGee his drinks
He watched McGee chug them down
As he saw the old man wink
"I'm sorry for your loss"
Said the barman so sincere
"One brother must have passed away,
For you ordered, just two beers"
McGee let out a sigh,
"Oh, is that what you are thinking"
Both me brothers are just fine,
It's Me, I gave up drinking"
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