A Tuesday night in The Union Pub.
Willy, Gareth, Ian, George, and me,
Like members of an aging rock group,
Settling down, convivially, to discuss
Our imminent, sold out, comeback tour.
A manly hug as we reached the door,
And we felt a glow of friendship,
Like bathing in the summer sun.
We drank our Yorkshire bitter
And relived all the fun!
Refought all the battles
To make sure that we had won!
We dusted off our memories
For a helter-skelter fairground ride
Of flashing lights and swirling beer,
To have lived all this, gives a sense of pride!
Rolling back the long-gone years.
Suddenly we were back there again,
When we were boys not stocky, grey men!
These treats are just stored, lads,
They’re archived, not gone.
A few beers and reminiscence!
it's a tonic available to everyone!