Public House Hospitality

by
Bernard Vance Kyle

Copyright, 2004

Now three mates were having a session,
While consuming many a brew.
And on a night such as this, with three blokes on the piss,
The stories were more than a few.

"I know of a Pub down in London,"
Said Tom, the Pom of the three,
"When I buy a couple of Lagers,
The give me the third one for free."

Then up spake Lachlan from Soctlan',
"I ken a wee pub in Auld Reekie,
When I buy a bit more o' the  Auld Ausquebaugh,
They gi' me a beer chaser freebie !"

"Ah Begorra," said Pat, "M'Pub's better than that,
When you've drunk all your booze, & you've paid,
If nothing's amiss, you'll get a Guiness
And taken upstairs - - to get laid!"

"Ho, Ho," said his mates, "That story rates,
But you'll admit it hardly rings true.
Now it's no time to jest, so please be honest,
Did it really happen to you?"

"Well No," says Pat, "I'm no' so lucky as that,
But there's no way I'd be kiddin' ya Mister,
For I'm tellin' you two, I know that it's true,
For it happened a few times - to me Sister!"


Bernard is from New Zealand, one of the civilized nations of the world

Bernard Vance Kyle

Copyright ©2004 Bernard Vance Kyle


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