Manchester BSD UG tomorrow...
Paul Robinson
You might say Summer is here, but don't you dare!
The forecast this week is alas not at all clear,
Grey clouds and rain: on Thursday, they're here
So whilst we might hope tomorrow will be sunny and fine
as we head to the BP, to fill ourselves with beer and good wine
We probably won't be out back in the paved rear garden
Because we'd get all wet, and cold, and get a mard on(*)
Either way, it feels like an age since we last all gathered
So 7.30 tomorrow, let's all meet up and get nicely hammered
The Briton's Protection is on Great Bridgewater Street
Curious name we know, but then we are a curious meet
(*) Find a better rhyme than garden. Go on. OK, pardon works, you're right, but how do you get that into this narrative? Look, I don't write poetry, I only started doing this for a laugh, so stop looking at me like that. What, you didn't notice my poems never quite scan because I haven't got time to make sure they're in a proper iambic pentameter or something? Give me a break! Next month I'll start writing these things in syntactically correct Haskell or something, and then you'll be sorry...