After many years
and many a laugh,
I finally met
the gang and a Half.
We’re part of the ole
Soft Discussion List,
where people have fun
and others get pissed.
We met Monday night
for Monkey Madness,
with two small stops
to build our gladness.
Our first stop dinner
at Mon Kee’s Seafood,
we drank chinese beer
and the food was good.
They had no dark beer,
nary a porter,
but across the street
was a “Lung Importer”.
The had “Mon Kee” cups
and, without a doubt,
some of those buggers
became the “take out”.
Some people left then
before our next stop,
the Brass Monkey Bar
where talent is top.
Karaoke was
the bar’s Plate D’Jour,
but some voices were
down-right rather poor.
The place was tiny
and, this is no joke,
the management does
let their patrons smoke.
Some time and some drinks
passed by us and then
twas time to sep’rate
the boys from the men.
The lil boys took off,
the men stayed for more,
hoping that Halfy
would take up the floor.
With a mic in hand,
singing “Ring of Fire”,
using Cartman’s voice
to make them “go higher”.
Eventually,
the bar kicked us out,
but we’d continue
Tuesday without doubt.
