[Charlie]

Well have you?

Golden amber, fizzing like a young mans dreams. Bubbles bursting on the shore of sobriety, forever ignored, forever forgotten, but the thought of rememberance was there.

Say....

Have you seen my pint?

Well have you?

A fine pint, the mightiest of pints, a pint full to the brim.... a righteous pint. Twas my pint. When looking at its head one imagines its bottom.....Ahhh...A mans pint.

say....

Have you seen my pint?

Well have you?

This pint was special, a special pint. From draught to fill it measured a pint, nay more nay less, it was the best..... a pint. Ahh that wonderful mirage, the perfect pint. No half for thee, no quart for me, slide me the perfect pint.... a pint for me.

Say.....

Have you seen my pint?

Well have you?

The pint I want was mine not ours, but I'd still share it in our dry parched hours....The pint, let's talk about my pint.....The pint,

Well I can't write no more...

say....

Have you seen my pint?

Well have you?