A Rugby Prayer

Our beer, Which art in bottles
Hallowed be thy Sport;
Thy will be drunk, I will be drunk
At home, As it is in the pub
Give us each day our daily beverage
And forgive us our spillage,
As we forgive those who spillest against us
Lead us not into poofy wine tasting
And deliver us from Tequila
For mine is the lager, the chicks and the Rugby
Forever and ever.
Barmen