Darby and Joan

Just like a Darby and Joan
You two sit there on your own,
Father’s not sure,
Whether the sewer,
Tis worth bothering with after all.
Mom sites there at her ease,
Rubbing her hand on her knees.
She’s sick of drains and also all mains,
She says “Frank, do just as you please,”
“Monday will come soon enough.”
The men have brought all their stuff
So tip up your glass,
Of Guinness or Bass,
And so take the smooth with the rough.