The Beano

The chara’ left the pub at seven thirty

The lads were there on time, and full of cheer

We heads off for the seaside, on our beano

Me mates and me and loads of lovely beer

As soon as we starts moving we starts drinking

A couple, just to help to calm us down

Pretty soon, I’ve had an 'alf a dozen

And that’s before the bus gets out of town

Half way there we stops off for our breakfast

A fry up’s what you need to set you right

I sits down and I tucks in to full English

At this rate I won’t last until tonight

Back on board we has a few more bevy’s

Only half an hour to the coast

Then in the pub we sinks a fair few whiskies

Before we all sits down for Sunday roast

We drinks right through until the wee small hours

I never thought I ever would survive

The next time they all go out on a beano

They’ll have to get some other mug to drive

© John W Fenn 10-08-2009