DO POP IN PUB. ALL ARE WELCOME

READING THE’ DO POP INN’ BULETIN BOARD.

I find that it’s funny,
Don’t cost any money,
To read all the messages in The Pub,
Only ninety to read today,
They won’t go away,
So ill start or I’ll eat all the grub,
That one is funny,
Really quite a honey,
So ill answer it in true vein,
The next one is dry,
Caught my eye,
Will reply & keep out of the rain.
Another, addressed to me,
Calls me a flea,
Think ill tell him what’s what,
I’ll have to answer,
And another from a chancer,
TT will swear at that clot.
Now I’ve read all the lot,
What do I reply, I’ve forgot.
Think me brain is addled,
I’m getting rattled,
Cos reading it all,
I forgot to bet,
How can I make ‘Loads of Dosh’?
When all I can see is Posh,
And she ain’t even a barmaid,
Or is she?