TWAS the night before Wiesn

[ian]

TWAS the night before Wiesn, when all through the Stadt
Nothing was stirring, not even a cat.
The rides are all ready, and so are the tents
All surrounded by, a great big high fence

Then all of a sudden, the drunks all appeared
And that's when things, started to get really weird
The noise and the smell, roast mandeln and chicken
A Bavarian hat, that someone's been sick in.

So remember at last, when you've had your last Mass
Not to fall asleep, on that hill with the grass
Go home to your bed, between your own sheets
And not on a bench, to be woke by police

[editorL]

Welcome to this forum. Feel free to write someting in the Member introduction section.

[LukeSkywalker]

Ian is the Beer Chief of Friday Beer Garden. He doesn‘t need an intro .

[editorL]

Ian is the Beer Chief of Friday Beer Garden. He doesn‘t need an intro .

It was just a suggestion.

Anyway, an introduction incl. a description what "Friday Beer Garden" is and how to join wouldn't hurt nobody.

[Fraufruit]

Well, I'm happy to see Ian here whether he chooses to introduce himself or not to those who don't know him.

Don't be a stranger, Ian! Wecome to Happy Town!

[ian]

Anyway, an introduction incl. a description what "Friday Beer Garden" is and how to join wouldn't hurt nobody.

Good idea. I'll do that.

[ian]

It's the night before the Wiesn starts again. And I added a verse to my Wiesn version of the 19th Century Christmas poem:

TWAS the night before Wiesn, when all through the Stadt
Nothing was stirring, not even a cat.
The rides are all ready, and so are the tents
All surrounded by, a great big high fence

Then all of a sudden, the drunks all appeared
And that's when things, start to get really weird
The noise and the smell, roast mandeln and chicken
A Bavarian hat, that someone's been sick in.

Unable to avoid, all kinds of trouble
Staggering folks, wearing Herzl and Glubbal
In Lederhosen and Dirndl, but looking quite flustered
Their favourite attire, now covered in mustard

So remember at last, when you've had your last Mass
Not to fall asleep, on that hill with the grass
Go home to your bed, get there in one piece.
Don't sleep on a bench, to be woke by police

[kiplette]

Missed this last year. What fun!

Thank you, Ian

[Robinson100]

Same procedure as last year?