New brother Dub, entered a pub,
he ordered a shot and a beer.
He never sat down, as one look around,
told him women were stripping in here.
Elder J Dub, entered that pub,
called up a shot and a beer.
He made it a round, when looking around,
he saw five other elders in here.
New brother Dub, spoke of that club,
and told of how sorry he was.
A meeting was called, where he was spiritually mauled,
by three of the 'tittie-bar six'.
New brother Dub, lay submerged in his tub,
the water all crimson and red.
No friends or his wife, to brighten his life,
once the announcement was publicly read.
News of the tub reached elder J Dub,
who responded with what might be grief.
As he hung up the phone, he stiffled a groan,
and let out an audible sigh of relief.