Galen it might be more like this:
Shall I compare thee to a brewers dray?
Thou art more loaded and more temperamental
Rough hands do pull the foaming pints of mild
And the bar’s lease hath all too short to run
Sometime too hot the pies of Glamma steam
And often is the time that they run out
And every cheque and card sometimes declined
By chance, or ‘cos the overdraft is trimmed
But thy eternal peanuts won’t go stale
Nor lose possession of that bag of crisps
Nor shall the fireman brag about his pole
When in eternal ways thou dost call “Time”
So longs as Grans can breathe and stand their round,
So long lives Pete, and his bar serves both you and me.