I was going to go on a pub crawl this evening but am feeling a little under the weather. A friend is trying to get me to go play cards through the power of rhyme:

There was a man who went to try
the Gala Casino tenner rebuy,
He mucked face up
two aces yielding
Sick, his name Tom Feilding
At last the end of my brainwash saga,
to make Tom stop drinking lager,
tonight no more upon bar stool,
instead donk fishing in Gala's pool.