What, No Sav Blanc ?
Verse 1
Once a year it happens
In the shadow of a mountain
A special gathering of people
From all types of clans
Verse 2
In the home of the royal feline
They warm their spirits ready
Music and merriment to be had
Under skies of beauty
Verse 3
Dry and parched are their throats
Liquid medicine they want
“Our voices must be supple”
“We need bottles of Sav Blanc”
Verse 4
The publican in his wisdom
Has beer to fill a harbour
Two cartons only of Sav Blanc
Being his only blunder
Verse 5
Sheepishly he cowers
To the front of the bar
Where many stern face punters
Stare at him mouths ajar
Verse 6
Hang him from the mango tree
One red faced lady yells
Take him to the mountain
Throw him in a deep dark hole
Verse 7
The publican shakes and quivers
His end surely near
When one of his staff
Whispers quietly in his ear
Verse 8
The publican yells out
We have found six cartons of Blanc
Its been blessed by the pope
Its no ordinary plonk
Verse 9
The crowd cries out
Throws him in the air
Arm in arm they dance
Laughing without a care
Verse 10
“Hey this stuffs warm”
A hush falls on the crowd
Publicans face ashen
As he trudges outside
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Verse 11
The knotted rope hung
From the majestic mango tree
Publicans poor soul condemned
To a life of purgatory