The Likely Lads Get Vaccinated

The Likely Lads Get Vaccinated

We never thought that it would come to this,
Exchanging repartee in our old job
Where I addressed the managers as ‘Miss’

And if you were Terry, I must be Bob.

We’d also quote Jim Royle and both Steptoes

And left poetry readings at half-time, 

Back to the pub being the place one goes 

When it’s too hot indoors to enjoy rhyme.

But now we qualify for our first jab 

On what some think is the first day of Spring.

I’ll see you in the usual place, Soft Lad, 

And hope we can still remember to bring 

Proof of our dates of birth and all such stuff 

Though one look at us ought to be enough.