We have been trying to get Mr. Don Watters to provide a poem about his mischievous adventures in Florida recently, but alas he is silent. Maybe this forum can give him a push. I also understand he has some interesting stories about the Beer Tents in Munich

Sorry Gerry, the Florida muse hasn,t struck me yet.But I "borrowed" a poem from a Munich forum and adapted and softened it down somewhat maybe some of you will like it.
Like I said it doesn,t come from me I only hope the writer will forgive me if he ever finds out

Oktoberfest
Puking on the roadside, or piddling in the gutter,
"Blooming alcoholic", "tramp", the passers-by they mutter.
Getting lary on the Subway, shouting in the street,
passing out outside a kebab shop whilst you queue for stuff to eat.
Society don't like this ,and thats a bloody fact,
but seemingly its all ok...if you are dressed in tracht ( National Costume )

You would never get away with it dressed in a British kit,
But slip on some Lederhosen,and people say " prosit"
I like the beer, the cleavage too, I also like roast ox,
but leather shorts I wouldn,t wear, or those little ankle socks
C'mon Fritz get a grip , wear some proper gear,
Not bloody shorts like little boys , we British find it rare

But shorts aside,Oktoberfest, it's really very strange,
This odd event, all set in tents, makes germans oddly change.
Let me impart my point of view, sit up and pay attention:
This annual booze up it,s nothing more than pent up frust and tension.
Most of the year, the German race are so straight and well behaved,
but come fasching or Oktoberfest, and it all becomes depraved.

I ain't saying its a bad thing, we all need to relax,
People work for cash all bloody week, and it all gets nicked in tax.
Really what I think I'm saying, is "why only once a year?"
Though with Germans all obsessed with health, perhaps its liver probs they fear.
Getting battered only annually? Dunno, maybe they're right.
But me, I'm British, and thus prefer, to do it every night.