By Order of the committee

By Order of the committee

Its Saturday neet

forgot thi cards?

Ah tha a member lad?

Sign in, and get the speech

Not been in for a while

tha gets that look like.

Who the fucks he?.

a creature from another world?

You spot the first sign No lewd dancing.

By Order of the committee.

Its 2014 but tha's cross the line

back in time, Men with open neck shirts

More rings that a jewel thief.

Woman with thick make up, showing some thigh

Often catching thi eye, wondering when was the last time

The earth moved for them.

The turn reminds you of ages gone by

Sign in the gents wash thi fucking hands

By order of the committee

Your sat in a regulars place

All eyes burn into thee, like tha's committed

A cardinal sin.

Memory’s flood back from in the days

When there was three of us, same faces just older faces

You spot another sign

No Swearing

By Order of the committee

Tote numbers called

A go on the tombola but don’t dare

get a line or a full house, the ones who think is theirs

will say a curse just for you.

As you say your your goodbye

You spot the last sign

Now fuck off

By order of the committee

Martin Hickman © October 2014