Twas the day before case swap & all through the bar,
not a brewer was stirring not even Lord Goomba,
Beer glasses and barmats were laid out with care,
Kegs gleaming and shiny; their lines clean and bare,
Then a noise did arise from under a table,
And a figure tried standing as best it was able,
He leaned on the bartop; his eyes all atwinkle,
Who could it be but the swap-host; St Winkle!
When he awoke the next day he felt something was amiss
He then recalled brewers that were coming to get on the piss
When out in the back carpark there arose such a clatter
Those brewers had forgotten that neighbours did matter.
St Winkle lept into action when he heard all the noise,
He knew only one thing that would settle the boys,
He grabbed up a pint glass and filled it with care,
Then stepped out the gate and raised it high in the air.
"Come Radshoes, come Bradshoes, come Brewkid & NickB,"
"Come Angus, come Aydos, come Liam & Bribie G!"
"Up on the barstools & up on the table,"
"Fill your glass, fill your glass, fill 'em if you're able."
As day turned to night, and spirits rose higher
The rain tumbled down and became a quagmire
But true to their style, and in good homebrew fashion
The drinkers drank on, such was their passion
With darkness now on us, amidst all the noise
The session to come would sort men from the boys
The tastings continued, the brews all compared
All manner of brews for all those who dared
Then round about ten, the worms started grumbling
All through winkledom, stomachs were rumbling
With more drinking to do, there could be no doubt
Call for some pizza, up went the shout
Half-time now over, so if you don’t mind
There’s more kegs to tap, and back to the grind
But it’s not for a winner we drink these fine beers
It’s all for the mateship and ******** - so cheers!