ODE TO THE CLEANERS

When mostof us have had our fun
And the next day's rest has just begun
Into the club, march Sue and her mob.
They scrub and they polish, for that is their job.

But they also pick up the food that's been tipped
And they deal with the furnishings that have been ripped.
They clean up the shit and they clean up the spew
I wouldn't do it! Tell me truly- Would You?
And do Sue and her gang earn mighty wages?
Of course they do! they have done for ages!
But, what these girls earn, and the pay they receive
Are just not related. I don't wish to deceive.
So all of us members should be grateful to Sue
And show some respect for her and her crew.
If you spill someone's pint, you buy them a beer.
Never one for the cleaner, isn't that queer?
She's the person who will clear up your mess
Yet none of us think we should offer redress.
So the least we can do, if we're to call ourselves men
Is to show them some gratitude, now and again.

BATO

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I have just been harangued in the Social Club over one of the articles on this blog.

It appears that some people feel that I have been unfair in my reporting on this blog. I would point out that the criticism came from someone who hadn't even read the article he was complaining about, but had heard about it from someone else. This "someone else" was not identified, but whomever it was, is welcome (nay encouraged) to add comments to any of my postings; There is not even a need to give your name; though of course it sometimes helps if you do so. It is only by picking up on the comments that I can hope to improve my reporting.

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WELCOME BACK CLIVE

AFTER a long drawn out investigation, Clive Mitchell has finally been exonerated.

The entire membership will be glad to see him back behind the bar of the Social Club where he belongs.

At Sunday's AGM it was revealed that he has been the victim of almost two decades of mismanagement by the Club committee. I readily hold up my hands and say that I was one of the people responsible for the catalogue of errors that so nearly led to the demise of the best steward in the valleys.

TEN SOCIAL CLUB MEMBERS

THE MEMBERSHIP

Ten Social Members came to the club all the time;
One argued with the committee, then there were nine.

Nine Social Members stayed up drinking late;
One overslept on Saturday, then there were eight.

Eight Social Members, on their way up Cefn;
One took the Farm Lane, then there were seven.

Seven Social Members, chirping like chicks;
One hated Karaoke, then there were six.

Six Social Members seemed very much alive;
One took a vacation, then there were five.

Five Social Members hurrying for the door;
One stopped to take a rest, then there were four.

Four Social Members, each as busy as a bee;
One had his feelings hurt, then there were three.

Three Social Members, deciding what to do;
One couldn't have his way, then there were two.

Two Social Members each signed up one more;
Now don't you see, that two plus two is four?

Four Social Members, drinking early and late;
Each brought another, now there were eight.

Eight Social Members if they double as before;
In just seven days, we have a thousand twenty four.

In this little jingle, there is a lesson true;
You belong either to the building, or to the wrecking crew.

Bato

With apologies to the author of Ten Little Christians