In the bars high and low, anticipation now grows,
As we wait for what Saturday brings,
Their queuing gets closer, so there’s more exposure,
But quenching that thirst is their aim,
When the drink involves bitter, there’ll be no quitters,
Just pints being downed like in dreams!
With wild drunken laughter, happy ever after,
All plastered and living it up just like kings!
On the telly I saw him, and I closely watched him,
I thought how he looked out of place,
He said things were changing, he now looked right at me,
He had a wide smile on his face!
His big hands he brandished, then he started spouting,
For a minute or more from his head,
The decisions he’s making, the mick, he is taking,
I mouthed at the telly and said!
‘You picked a fine time to give me this spiel,
On the 4th of July, the pubs are unsealed!
I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times,
But this time you’re just not for real,
You picked a fine time to give me this spiel!’,
After he’d finished, I poured a large whiskey,
From my pop up cool bar in the hall,
Dimmed the lights in my lounge room,
Sprayed on some perfume,
Then chalked my darts score on the wall,
Now it’s my duty, to stay in with my booty,
And I haven’t just lost my old mind,
I’m staying at home sir, where I’m safe and sound sir,
Even though I’m of the keen social kind.
You picked a fine time to give me this spiel,
On the 4th of July, the pubs are unsealed!
I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times,
But this time you’re just not for real,
You picked a fine time to give me this spiel!’
*With apologies to Kenny Rogers*
Lorraine Weightman
July 1st 2020
