The Old Rising Sun

the old rising sun on a quiet night

THE OLD RISING SUN ON THE PONTHIR ROAD. THE LOCAL LAD’S AND LASSES WOULD BE SURE TO GO. TO SUP UP BEER OF VARIOUS BREWS DRINK UNTIL IT LEAKED FROM THEIR SHOES. A GAME OF DARTS WAS OFTEN PLAYED ON A FRIDAY NIGHT THE DARTS GAME WENT ON WITH THE DART PROJECTED ON ITS FLIGHT AMID THE SOUND OF THE WARBLE OF THE SONGSTERS. THE SINGING BAR OF CLIENTELE AND DART BOWMEN ALL TOGETHER HARMONIOUS SO MERRILY IN MELODY

A SINGING BAR OF BLENDING VOICES. A SINGSONG AND NO MUSIC PLAYED, BUT WHAT A CHOIR. KISSOGRAMS WERE OFTEN ABROAD TO BELAY SOME UNAWARE POOR LUCKY LAD WHO SUPPED HIS BEER BUT HAD NOT MADE A WISH. A KISSOGRAM A BEAUTY MISS WITH HER ALL INTENT TO CHOOSE THE ALLOTTED TARGET LAD SO WELL. HOMED IN ON PREY WITH SHEAR DELIGHT – THE POOR LUCKY LAD HAD SUCH A BLOODY FRIGHT. KISSOGRAM POLICE WOMEN FAKE CADET HER DISPLAY OF HER WARES OF SUSPENDERS AND LACED CAMI-KNICKERS ALL IN VIEW. THAT MADE SOME SUPPING UNLUCKY LADS WANT THE CAKE OF THOUGHT IN MIND OF SOME WHO WOULD GLADLY MAKE THEIR WISH. IF ONLY IF SHE HAD MADE A MISTAKE AND MISS HAD SPRUNG ON ME.

ALAS BEFORE ITS TIME TO FLEE.

BUT SOON ITS TIME GENTLEMEN PLEASE A CALL TO END TO THIS FRIDAY NIGHT. A FINE OLD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL NOW RED FACED AND PISSED ONE HAS A WISH TO HEAD FOR HOME FOR ONLY A LOCAL WISH THOUGHT OF NOOKY CAME IN INTENT. BUT BREWERS DROOP CAME AND NEVER BLOODY WENT.

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