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April 28, 2012
The atmosphere was very congenial
The setting was really first class.
The host and hostess were hospitable
And gave us Champagne by the glass.
The menu was very imaginative,
Our chef was in cracking good form.
His friend, Jerry Boam popped his cork,
But in the end he went down a storm.
The chef wore a ‘Kiss-Me-Quick’ pinny,
‘Cos at his age it pays to beg
And we were all rather impressed
By his salad topped with quails egg !
One lady galloped off to the loo
Thirty four times whilst we dined!
She was supposed to be staying overnight,
The words ‘rubber mattress’ sprang to mind.
The food it just kept on coming,
We thought it would never stop.
And I swear that a kangaroo
At one point did a hop.
Then came the heavenly fruit
And all kinds of exotic cheese
These really are gradely people
And certainly know how to please.
The same lady bombed off to the lav again
The poor lamb needs incontinence knickers!
The candles were nearly burnt out
And into their final flickers.
A blond guy was the first to look weary
And the hostess’s eyelids started to drop.
Everyone, in turn, did a sneaky yawn,
So the party finally had to stop.
It was a night to remember.
Though today, some might want to forget
As they crawl out from under the sheets,
En-route for the painkillers – you can bet
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