Twas the night before Pub Crawl, and all through the land,
All the brewers were brewing, to meet growing demand.
All the t-shirts were printed, the almanacs sent,
The ficus leaves shined, and the monkeys all kempt.
But there was one little crawler, who was snoring in bed,
She moaned and she groaned, and she held her sore head.
Shed been out boozing, causing trouble and strife,
And that little crawler was my own darling wife.
But let us move on, for Im afraid I digress,
If I stay on this topic itll end in a mess.
Let me remark, that its not yet too late,
To join in the crawl, your fun will be great!
If youre in Melbourne, to join us on the bus,
Just send us an email, theres really no fuss.
If youre not in that town, to get your name on our list,
Just drop us a line, to say where youll get pyssed.
Yesterday we were proud to welcome Daylesford and Vienna,
If I run short of cash, will you lend me a tenner?
Okay thats a sign, that this poems got lame,
Ill make a real effort to lift up my game.
A thanks to all forums, on which we have posted,
Except Beer Advocate, who dont deserve to be hosted.
So for tomorrow, I wish you all the best cheer,
I dont know about you, but I could murder a beer!
Dave
As ever more information is over at our little forum:
http://www.pyssedas.com/forum/forum.asp?FORUM_ID=12