3G Killed the Pub Quiz

3G Killed the Pub Quiz

Whispered answers, furtive looks
at the new team near the bar
"Win a gallon!" the landlord shouts
"Not much chance" says Bob, "so far"

"What is the national gemstone
of Australia?" (question ten)
"It's opal" whispers Julie
 It's a mystery to the men

But what's that commotion over there
Some students falling out
With regulars sitting nearby
We begin to hear them shout

"You cheating little bastard!"
"You're asking for a clout"
More words exchanged, a drink is launched
the landlord chucks them out

"He's using a fancy phone" says Bob
"on that internet"
"How does that work", says Jimmy
"Do you have to send a text?"

Thus began the gradual end
of our twice-weekly fun
We'd rarely won, that's not the point,
a new age had begun

Where the only place a pub quiz works
Is at that moorland pub
where there's bugger all reception
and they do some lovely grub

(c) Tim Fellows 2017