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On Sandy's Wedding Day
It's with a great deal of pride that I speak for this bride, 'Cos she's been my best mate for a year or eight. (Things get worse - It's all in verse!) Sandy, this gets tougher. We're going to make you suffer, 'cos before we toast you we're going to roast you. Folks, she was born independent. Always a brat. You can ask her mother more about that. She pulled up potatoes and kicked in doors, and painted on walls in the childhood cause. Nana Pauley will remember the things that she did, this lively, hyperactive, objectionable kid. Tim - You'll find out she's a very versatile wife. She cuts holes in walls with a 'lectric knife. She paints houses through from top to bottom, and if you want Irish locks well Sandy's got 'em. She whips up great cocktails - they'll leave you up high, and she'll refill your glass every time she walks by. Her dinners are elegant, gourmet delights and her garlic prawns are quite out of sight. She's usually late anywhere she's invited so when she says, "Coming Tim," don't get excited. Tim - It's going to be grim Don't give in to her every whim. Your chance of survival is terribly slim. It's sink or swim Tim. Seriously though: We think you're pretty special. We wish you both a great life. We congratulate you on your special day. Let's stand and toast the bride.... (c)Wordweavers 1995 Revised by Wordweavers 2000 |