Martyrs or the Virtual Lunch
C. M. Flett
The good news is, YOU have been chosen
For Chas Flett's retirement do,
`Cos you're worthy, and can take it
When the bad news reaches you,
Big Blue says, "Chas, here's a pony
Times by nine...go have a thrash;
Choose six comrades", thats not easy,
There's so many...I could be rash,
John, Dick and Sandy from the Hard days
When we fought the Banks and drew!
Frank, Freda, Maureen from the Soft days,
By virtual lunches! A motley crew!
Invite both Sheena and the boss-man,
To get me home and pay the bill,
"Wine them; dine them; but no spirits!"
Are the rules from top o't hill.
Now the bad news! Oh you Martyrs,
Twenty five sovs you must "pay",
For a good cause of my choosing,
To help to keep dread C. at bay.
It is decreed...you must go hungry!
For a cause that's good and true,
I've told Big Blue, "Donate the money!"
On behalf of me and YOU.
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