A MERRY LUNCH
The company straggled in twos and threes
from under the canopy of the trees.
They went to the Inn with the horse painted green:
a creature in life that’s not often seen.
Soon they were seated and started to eat
gulping and belching, all most indiscrete
until it transpired their hunger was beaten
by drinkables drunk and the eatables eaten.
Replete with good drink and the best of good food
the hum of their voices in mirth then ensued
which annoyed the hovering bald headed waiters
who wished to divest of their collars and gaiters.
But soon by dint of patient perseverance
the waiters were able to begin table clearance
the company then, with their heads in a spin
and unquestionably drunk, departed the Inn.