Fans and alcohol
¶ 1
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Here is a poem that’s directed,
To all young supporters that drink,
You may think its all right to get drunk every night
But my poem will make you all think
Cos ive lifted so many beer glasses me back is beginning to stoop
But what makes it worse I am frail to the curse whats know as the dread brewers droop
¶ 2
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I sit in the pub watching youngsters
Who stand with a bottle in hand
They think they look cool supping lager like a fool
And this I just cant understand
As they`re putting the brewers out of business and only thinking of themselves
Please take my advise as I shant ask you twice please leave foreign beer on the shelves
¶ 3
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With all the good bitters now on offer
Theres nowt like a good real ale
Tell the landlady naaaa to the stella artios
And ask for a nice pint of pale
Get rid of all foreign beers as they`re just like supping cold tea
After belching and farting and constant toilet darting these lagers are not quite for me
¶ 4
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I hope you all had your lesson
To kick this lager in touch
It’s a bloody high price for a tasteless bud ice
And they cost a little too much
For the price you can have two pints of bitter and that makes a nice change instead
Its kind too your pocket and the prices don’t rocket and you don’t wake up with a bad head.
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