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!

Nostalgia.

it's a tonic available to everyone!