Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day, Or Write a Weak Poem About What Happened Last Night?
Sorry to the Security Guard about whom this poem is written, but our source only speaks in rhyme, and this is all we could get out of them:
At an Irish pub
very late at night
Someone drank too many beers and they
started a fight.
Guard broke it up
but went down hard
The baddies ran for their lives as they felt
pretty drunkard.
Even later they returned
back into the pub
Beat up the bar staff and threw bottles into the
fairground.
*this poem continues but it doesn’t get any better. We’re going to cut it off right here. The least, and the most we can say for it, is that it is all true.