11/08/2022
HEAVEN'S PUBLICAN
Canno shuffled his feet as he stood in heavens line
While St Peter of the Pearly gates took his holy time
St Pete was considering which way to send the man
For even in heaven, word had spread, Dave liked to sink a can
Everybody knew cloud nine held pearly Petes sacred stash
An big Davy Canno, if he could, would be on it in a flash
So the old gate keeper pondered long, then came to a conclusion
Ill tell him beer is banned up here and paradise is an illusion
Crafty Saint Pete thought himself more cunning than a hungry dingo
Never knowing thirsty Dave knew the angels lingo
Canno had been given the word he'd copped the mail
Big Davy Cannon had a plan an he knew it wouldn't fail
T'was not 5 days had passed, St Peter had been hard at work
He locked the gates on Sundays, this was part of his lurk
He'd slip away to his favourite cloud an tip a saintly brew
Lo an behold when he arrived into a mighty rage he did flew
For upon the cloud called number nine an ediface did stand
A temple to a tipple, a testament to an amazing man
Dave Cannon had built a pub, a shining glorious thing
That sold St Petes delicious drop to either begger or to king
The cost, a warm hand shake or friendly country smile
The bloody line to the bar stretched near a nautical mile
St Peter jumped the queue an straight up to the wood
Hed have this bloke, he show him up, teach him where he stood
Past Warnie an Rod Marsh and some bloke in a hood
Saint Peter pushed an shoved, as only an angel could
But Peter never realised, he had bumped the very wrong man
For the bloke whose frosty beer he'd spilt owned this entire land
The lord stood tall an lightning flashed, the pub was quite and still
"Peter he boomed! you've been promoted, your on this door, till hell gets a chill".
Thats the story of how Dave Cannon scored his doorman at Heavens only pub
How a family man, a man of substance opened heavens finest drinking club.
Save me a seat big fella at the long bar that never closes
Till that day ill drink to you an toast ya name when any one proposes. - Mathew Cabot