Ten Old Farts

Ten middle aged tennis players have an evening out at Worcs T20 cricket. There was initially some confusion over the meeting point.

 

We arranged to meet at the Diglis Bar

But the Diglis Bar doesn’t exist

So we stood at a bar at the Diglis end

Ten old farts half-pissed

 

We stood there swapping stories

Of dodgy knees, elbows and wrists

And complained about the price of beer

Ten old farts half-pissed

 

We took our seats at the Diglis end

Watched Derbyshire dismissed

And ogled the girls in the row in front

Ten old farts half-pissed

◄ Everyone Gets a Mention

Too Bloody Cold ►

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