Poor Table Service : 16 stanzas each of 4 lines about the chaos in an Outback pub when a drunk falls through the roof.
Now ten o’clock had come and gone
And yet still the boys were there,
It was Tommy Coop, the sergeant’s shout
So they didn’t really care.
They’d all been there since four o’clock
And the shouts were thick and fast
While the point where sense would call a halt
Now had long ago been passed.
The drunken talk ranged back and forth,
The problems solved were many.
The clock chimed twelve, before the pace
Began to slacken any.