Mud flats, changeable weather
Winds that bring water to the eyes
And the landlord who says
The storms are on their way
Not sounding too good is it
Thank heavens for crab sandwiches
For clam chowder, good company
Conviviality and Mulligatawny soup
IPA or hand pulled half-pints
Of Old Speckled Hen, later a glass or two
Of mulled wine, then biscuits with cheese
Afterwards, chocolate segments slowly taken
From the foil wrapped orange blocks
Go on, put up the Christmas lights
