The 630 Club
Oh good!! Six thirty on the clock!
It's Saturday, so, 'on the dot',
us thirsty lads forsake our spouses,
as lemming like we leave our houses,
to wend our way to the social hub.
Where else? but down to village pub.
All mustered, happy, pint in hand
gregarious, noisy, happy band.
Jokes and plans and deals and such;
remember friends still missed so much.
Then all too soon, last pint must sup,
and 'weave' off home, - our hours up!!