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.
She’d been out boozing, causing trouble and strife,
And that little crawler was my own darling wife.
But let us move on, for I’m afraid I digress,
If I stay on this topic it’ll end in a mess.
Let me remark, that it’s not yet too late,
To join in the crawl, your fun will be great!
If you’re in Melbourne, to join us on the bus,
Just send us an email, there’s really no fuss.
If you’re not in that town, to get your name on our list,
Just drop us a line, to say where you’ll get pyssed.
Yesterday we were proud to welcome Daylesford and Vienna,
If I run short of cash, will you lend me a tenner?
Okay that’s a sign, that this poem’s got lame,
I’ll make a real effort to lift up my game.
A thanks to all forums, on which we have posted,
Except “Beer Advocateâ€, who don’t deserve to be hosted.
So for tomorrow, I wish you all the best cheer,
I don’t 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