Tribute To Mac my FN Qld mate RIP 2018

Mac’s rewrite Pub with no beer 

It’s lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the tele at night where the wild geckos call
But there’s nothin’ so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to come to the library and Mac is not here 

Now Jefferies all anxious for the quota to come
There’s a faraway look on the face of everyone

Ted’s gone all cranky and Rogers acting queer
What a terrible place is the library now Mac is not here

Then Bobby rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the podium, pulls a page from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When Jeffrey says suddenly: “Mac’s no longer here”

Joyce is in the front row for his Lordship she waits
But Mac is not coming today to chime with his mates
She hurries for cover and she cringes with a tear
It’s a sad place for her now that Mac is not here

Then in comes ol’Tommy all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he’ll say, “What’s this I hear?
“I’ve drivin fifty flamin’ miles and now Mac is not here”?”

Well ol’Banjo, the poet, the first time in his life
Has gone home real early to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen: she says: “You’re early, my dear”
Then he breaks down and tells her that Mac’s is not here

Well it’s lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the tele at night where the wild geckos call
But there’s nothin’ so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the library and know Mac is not here 

Well we’ll keep writing poetry for its part of our life

We’ll look after you Joyce for you’re Macs darling wife 

There’s nothing more certain or most totally clear

We will always be mindful now Mac is not here 

Inspired by words from Dan Sheahan