A few words to be said for the Wednesday night boys.

Though never just a few words – and always full pitch.

Wednesday nights – never dull, never quiet.

Same nonsense discussions, but never the same topic.

Some even appeared

To sort of

Make sense.

Fifteen years of Wednesdays – a long time tradition.

Rarely a no-show, though holidays permitted.

We started off bowling – nothing too active

But soon changed to poker – far less standing.

Now we go

To a nice, quiet pub –

Getting older, boys.

I would have said that you can hear yourself think

But that’s not generally possible when we’re all together,

He who shouts loudest takes the floor – yet no-one’s quite listening,

Everyone’s just waiting to talk – to claim their point is properly made

Because no-one else

Can be bothered

To argue.

Fifteen years of Wednesdays – could work out how many,

But would take all night discussing the leap years -

Surely only count those that fell on a Wednesday?

Either way, Lod would be way off, Dave’s most likely

To arrive at a sensible number,

I’d be off laughing

And Rik?

Rik, we’d all shout at to go to the bar and pay for a round!

Then there’s the whole issue of a bucket o’ chicken.

Each week he’s reminded – it’s a ten-year favourite –

You see, Rik’s too cheap to stand by his wager.

Though these days,

I guess,

I couldn’t quite manage it.

Fifteen years of Wednesdays – we’ve all done a lot

And things have changed, but Wednesday night is our rock.

Looking forward to seeing each other to share all the news.

They say women gossip but they ain’t heard a thing –

Four blokes at a table,

Some drinks –

Quite catty.

So anyway, there we are – it’s Wednesday night on a page.

Over the years we’ve disagreed and shouted, but it never matters –

We’re more than friends, no secrets between us, and all of us know

We’ll be out next week. Except recently, outside our control –

Dave got ill, then got worse,

And it’s hard not to see him

Having a laugh.

Fifteen years of Wednesdays – and for too many months

Dave’s been missing – hope you can come out to play again soon –

Even if it’s only a swift one at the start of the night.

But if it’s not to be – if it’s not to be – then we’ll keep a drink on the table

And all catch up again

In the quietest pub

At the end of the day.