Continued:-
As she lay on her side, that innocent bride,
She began to drool.
For that young rapscallion was hung like a stallion,
Or was it Muffin the Mule?
As they lay in that place, he took her sweet face.
"Now we are lovers,
The manager said that this very bed
Was last used by Joe Brown and his Bruvvers."
And so through the years, with laughter and tears,
Some bad but mostly good luck.
That innocent bride, she stayed by his side
Because he was such a good kisser.
Though this poems so witty and I am so pretty,
I really cant say anymore.
Because Ive been told by my sister so mature
That Im becoming a bore.
And so, our good friends, my story ends,
Without you we couldnt have lasted.
From Robbie and I, heres mud in your eye,
And lets get thoroughly plasted!