Sunday Lunch in Pub

Note for the Day

 

In the Life of a Beer Mat

 

Sitting on this Spotlessly Polished Table You may Think my Life is Rather Boring

Well for that Conclusion no Points You will be Scoring

 

The Things I See and Hear would make Your Hair Curl

Oh Dear Dear Watch Your Blood Pressure Pearl

 

Take Yesterday when the England Football Match was on I thought my Ear Drums were Tearing

 

Watch out Mate Dont Dump that Glass so Hard Down on Me

If I could Move I would Give You a Good Whack Put You Through the Glass and Against that Tree

 

Stop Being so Cruel now Your Bending me in Half

I Wish You would go Away Leave Me in Peace and Starve

 

Ah Another New Customer I hope You Treat Me Gentle

Thats Lovely and Soft You are Really Sensible

 

Whats That Your Talking About Uh Disgusting You Need Your Brains Scrambled

Pity I Dont Have a Mate who could take You Away and have You Reassembled

Done