Oh Ye Harpe of Erin
‘twixt chinking of plastic glasses, we entered the fray,
‘twas the Harp of Erin Hotel, on a Wednesday.
Why the f*&k, may you ask, did you do such a thing?
To drown beer, you fool, and perhaps a sing.
At about 3am, the Harp’s curfew did close,
Like Santa’s belly, did expel, a large number of ho’s.
No Souvlaki, no hotdog, not a baked bean with tin,
I need some food!! But it’s f*$@ing North Balwyn.
‘twas the Harp of Erin Hotel, on a Wednesday.
Why the f*&k, may you ask, did you do such a thing?
To drown beer, you fool, and perhaps a sing.
At about 3am, the Harp’s curfew did close,
Like Santa’s belly, did expel, a large number of ho’s.
No Souvlaki, no hotdog, not a baked bean with tin,
I need some food!! But it’s f*$@ing North Balwyn.
Lol, and I didn't even do an arts degree!
Posted by
Judda |
10:35 PM