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Most people know where Rotarians go As
Bernard Shaw once told them so An
honest , upright, righteous bunch Once
a week they meet for lunch The
Haven Club soon found its niche The
price was right for the not too rich Parking
was easy at Shadingfield Lodge Just
accept unflavoured stodge Every
Monday at one o’clock With
pint of beer or glass of hock Men
of substance, not prone to doubts Gobbled
up the well-boiled sprouts Chicken
pie and cauliflower Does
imbue an awesome power Clockwork
motion it will give No
need to take a laxative Three
years of mushy peas and chips Members
grew tired of greasy lips Not
only were the guts a-rumbling Loud
the sound of Rotarians grumbling In
the winter of their discontent Many
murmurings were vent Was
the time right for a move Should
they leave this shady groove Where
not to find their lunchtime nosh? Some
place not grabbling loads of dosh Carlton,
Imperial, expensive towers The
Ship was decked with plastic flowers Deliberations,
involved and long Important
not to get it wrong The
Windyshore was not too keen The
Burlington must be the scene So
it was in the bleak and cold The
Haven Club in a mood so bold Gave
the heave to poor old Dickie And
placed its faith in its own Ricky No
looking back, no sense of loss, This
was an easy bridge to cross They
soon made themselves at home It
is unlikely they will roam Always
find a welcome here Laughs
accompany each half of beer Just
ignore the grumpy midget See
a smile from the lovely Bridget Enjoy
the culinary height Lunching
here is pure delight Each
man can nor enjoy himself Express
your thanks to the family Delf  |
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