Mike Bee,
Wandering Free.
My Willy’s Pub Sunday Luncheon mate,
With always plenty on his plate.
Then at The Crow’s there’s John and Keith,
Using Sam Smith’s to wash their teeth.
What they don’t know, isn’t worth knowing,
Lots of banter to keep me going.
They call Brian there, “Encyclopaedia”,
With lots of facts, he will feed ya.
He’s so bright cos he’s from Leeds,
And knows his I before E except after Cs.
Paul Butters
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
Mike Bee,
Wandering Free.
My Willy’s Pub Sunday Luncheon mate,
With always plenty on his plate.
Then at The Crow’s there’s John and Keith,
Using Sam Smith’s to wash their teeth.
What they don’t know, isn’t worth knowing,
Lots of banter to keep me going.
They call Brian there, “Encyclopaedia”,
With lots of facts, he will feed ya.
He’s so bright cos he’s from Leeds,
And knows his I before E except after Cs.
Paul Butters
My drinking pals....
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