Still Mcgee

Wee Luck McGee, dragging his feet reluctantly entered the pub Removing his hat, grabbed a seat where he sat As he gave the old bar rail a rub There, Good Ol' Finn stood there again His turn, for him to tend bar "So what will it be" He said to McGee "A whiskey? Perhaps a cigar?" "No, not fur me" mumbled McGee As a lone tear started to fall "I'll jus 'ave a beer, put it right 'ere I'm afraid dat's gonna be all" Finn was concerned and eager to learn So he asked "What's the matter McGee" "You're looking so down, wearing a frown that everyone here plainly sees" McGee took a sip, used his sleeve, wiped his lips Then proceeded to tell his sad tail "Me and Da Misses got inta a fight" He said, as he slowly turned pale "It was rough, she was tough and she said in the end She'll not speak to me far turdy (30) days "Well that's not so bad, there's no need to look sad Said Finn, It's only a faze" "You don't understand, 'Cause you're a kind man, and I'm sorry if this seems abrupt but I'll tell you no lie, the reason I cry 'Cause today da month is now up"