Satire Sunday: The Beer Prayer.

In honour of Pope Week here in Sydney here’s a prayer with a distinctly Australian flavour:

Our Lager,
Which Art in Barrels,
Hallowed Be Thy Drink.

Thy Will Be Drunk.
(I Will Be Drunk),
At Home As In The Tavern.

Give Us This Day Our Foamy Head,
And Forgive Us Our Spillages,
As We Forgive Those Who Spill
Against Us.

And Lead Us Not Into Incarceration,
But Deliver Us From Hangovers.

For Thine Is The Beer,
The Bitter and The Lager,
For Ever And Ever,
Barmen.

~Anonymous.

I was talking to an Irish-Catholic waiter this week who told me how his ‘Da’ and all the other blokes of a certain, somewhat beleaguered age in his village would head to the pub for most of Sunday Mass. They’d have one of the kids check out which hymns were being played and as luck would have it the pub was next to the Church. So when the blokes heard the final hymn starting up there’d be a mass exodus out the pub door and in through the Church door! Talk about your opiates for the masses ‘eh