The+Bartender.

Oh, I see that he’s dead. The drink must’ve finally got to his head, So come with me, we’ll open a few. And thank our stars we’ve someone to drink to.

In deepest sympathy. The deepest that occurs to me I offer this soliloquy and hope that your despair flees.

He stood, a pioneer, and while other men would scorn and sneer he would raise his head and cheer for he simply knew that he had beer.

He would laugh and run about, when the pub’s lights went out “due to a power shortage” he would say, while hiding the fuse away.

He’d play pranks on those who shouted, He’d then shout at those who’d screamed And to all those who’d pouted, He’d simply say “do you want your a$$ creamed?”

Yes, he was a really funny guy, a man of the highest class. I'm really sorry he had to die, but now I'm parched! Refill my glass!

The Bartender (by Jack Hinton)