An ode to Spotless - Brisdog
It’s almost been three years
Since you made my life complete,
I drained your outer wing of beer
Your cider, oh so sweet.
Your watering hole so pleasant
A fine place for the rich,
Bereft of heart and atmosphere,
We made ‘The Brewery’ our bitch.
Your night was full of promise
You led and looked the part,
Til’ we plunged a vengeful blade
Right through your plastic heart.
As JJ ran like lightning
Finding Marcus 40 out,
The Western Suburbs erupted
The ending of the drought.
This Sunday we meet again
An event I will not miss,
Here is some sage advice
Don’t you dare run out of piss.
It’s almost been three years
Since you made my life complete,
I drained your outer wing of beer
Your cider, oh so sweet.
Your watering hole so pleasant
A fine place for the rich,
Bereft of heart and atmosphere,
We made ‘The Brewery’ our bitch.
Your night was full of promise
You led and looked the part,
Til’ we plunged a vengeful blade
Right through your plastic heart.
As JJ ran like lightning
Finding Marcus 40 out,
The Western Suburbs erupted
The ending of the drought.
This Sunday we meet again
An event I will not miss,
Here is some sage advice
Don’t you dare run out of piss.