Going through the long guest list for the seventh time, Everything is done yet something lingers, Trying to appear cool, Ten minutes spent speaking to the wedding shop,
Cubic foot floor of 40 metres completely covered with stuff, Look at the ceiling, a Daily Mail winks innocently from a shaking pile, Understandably, Rose has more than enough,
Got to check him out, “Utopia” is how I would describe this brother, You going to get a real beefy lion, Arms exploding like another Popeye, Nose and body, forever pumping iron,
Butterflies in my tummy, thousands of bubbles, Arms crossed in case he lunges, Now he plunges into me like a tractor, Action of a village farmer, Now ease him away like a feather,
Its a basket of stuff to be pressed! Roll out the board, Ogle the rough heap, Now where do you start? Is the blue pinstripe trousers more important than your silk blouse?