The Pub With No Rick   Well each Friday we gather And charge up our glass, To celebrate freedom The work week has passed, But somehow it’s different We can’t take a trick As we drink at the bar Of the pub with no Rick. It’s a place that has pleasures We’ve all come to know, A place where the banter And friendships do grow, There’s a cultural banquet From bourgeois to thick Round the elegant bar Of the pub with no Rick. When the rugby was playing The crowd was ten deep, The beer flowed like fountains And none of it cheap, But oft�?times Rick countered His shout was the trick To win over the bar Of the pub with no Rick. I remember the first time I came to this pub, I was welcomed with smiles A cold beer and good grub, I’ve heard all the jokes Some were funny, some sick As I drank at the bar Of the pub with no Rick. Yes we’ve all come to know him His pub and his beer, His shirts are a legend Though some think them queer, Yet time has marched on Rick’s passed on the stick But we’ll still line the bar Of the pub with no Rick. By: John Woods ¤Aü§Póꆙ¤                View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook