Mike's Place

Come on down to Mike’s Place, where the smoke rings fly,

Stories fill the air like the whiskey’s dry.

Conrad’s crackin’ wise with a grin on his face,

Trading barbs with the vets—it’s a humor arms race!

At Mike’s Place, the vibe runs deep,

The laughter roars, and the rhythm keeps.

From cigars to tech, and some Barry grace,

There’s always a show down at Mike’s Place!

Doug’s got the gadgets, a wizard of code,

Dreaming up worlds where the AI’s bold.

Mike fires back, “What’s next, robot booze?”

Doug just chuckles, “Already old news!”

At Mike’s Place, the vibe runs deep,

The laughter roars, and the rhythm keeps.

From cigars to tech, and some Barry grace,

There’s always a show down at Mike’s Place!

Here comes Dave, takin’ over the stage,

Belting out “Mandy” like he’s twice his age.

The crowd goes wild, can’t help but cheer,

With a clap and a stomp, the magic’s clear.

Conrad’s got the punchlines, his timing’s gold,

Army and Air Force stories never get old.

But the love runs strong in this crazy choir,

At Mike’s Place, we’re all on fire.

At Mike’s Place, the stories grow,

The bonds are tight, and the memories flow.

From cigars to tech, and some Barry grace,

There’s always a show down at Mike’s Place!

So grab a stogie, and pull up a chair,

At Mike’s Place, there’s always room to spare.

With Conrad, Doug, Mike, and Dave in the race,

You’ll never forget a night at Mike’s Place!