The newest member of the ambulatory o2 club
Had his first visit out in years to a local pub
With pass in hand he went by bus
No parking worries it was a plus
Some people stared at his Gadget and pipes
Some even offered handy wipes
But give or take a sniffle or two
His Sats stayed up and he didn't turn blue
He met a friend of his dear wife
And mulled over life's troubles and strife
The food was awful it all tasted like prunes
But what do you expect from Wetherspoons
So often we sit at home alone
With not a soul to even moan
So Above all else it was a pleasure
To discover that in this sad life there is still leisure
Though the real moral of this story is
Have only one pint or you will need a p***.toilet visit(self edited)
Love to all Mr mobile xx
P.s Scruffy wrote this on her catpad.