Written on a beer mat in The Oyster Catcher pub in Swansea in 1976 and sent to a Vision of Beauty (that is a ten pints of lager Vision of Beauty) at a table opposite Her whole conversation consisted of ‘moan, moan, moan’.
In a bar where conversation is framed by smoky coughs,
Where phlegm racked laughs and beery spit fill up the urine troughs,
Where violence sits on every tongue and the blokes are rutting stags,
Twas there I fell in love with the Queen of whines and nags.
She lulled me with her B&H, twas a worldly fag indeed,
She hooked me with her pints of stout, no quarter to her breed,
She filled my mind with earthy curse, she grabbed me by the stones,
What more could man ask of a mate, with itchy erogenous zones!
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