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Our Merv

Who may dwell in your sacred pub ?

Who may sip from your hoppish streams ?

The one who can walk across the car park blameless and untouched

by the Hells Angles or the Lambrettistas

Who speaks no scorn of the Rabbits and follows the Tigers meekly

Whose tongue utters no slander

Nor makeths the quip about Voice’s verandah

Who makes no complaint when the wind blows eyebrows

from the skip next to the Pig’s Legs Waxing and Beauty Salon all over his car

Who accepts hot tips but quietly does not bet on losers

Who carries through and keeps the faith

Who is touched for a loan but who expecteths not the repayment – especially from Foodge.

Who does these things may dwell in the Pig’s Arms

and sitteth on the right hand side of the juke box.