The Boot 'n' shoe
Fancy goin out for a drink?
Yes, now where, lets have a think?
The Ship? hmmm, maybe, no,
The service there is just to slow.
Well in Elswick there is just one other place,
were we can go to get off our face!
The Boot and Shoe is a proper pub,
proper ale and proper grub.
Where everybody knows your name,
and you can perfect your Poole game.
Quiz night Sundays is were it began,
being so silly could have got us a ban.
40 questions, pick a team name too,
We always quiz hard at the Boot 'n' shoe.
Coming last every week,
Not even a booby prize, such cheek.
From losers in the corner, we evolved,
to losers at Poole, so we were told.
Staying for our weekly lock in,
More Booze please, so what if its a sin.
"Clear off now, I wont tell you twice!"
"Lets head to yours, that'd be nice!"
Lets have some wine, Pate on toast,
this even beats Sunday Roast!
Drinking til we can take no more,
Jelly shots to even the score.
Great Idea to keep us awake,
Lets drunkenly do the Harlem Shake!
Think its time to wrap the night up,
Why am I drinking wine out of a cup?
Things always get a little out of hand,
Here in drunken Sundays land.
By Rach Oliver
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