Wedding bells were in the air,

One bright & sunny morn,

Top togs must be worn,

The service went without a hitch,

Reception was just grand,

The evening bash helped hoons get pissed,

The Maccers helped my Gran,

And so too drunk to stay upright,

The Maccers hailed a cab,

"To Hoon House for me tonight,

Some sleep would be just fab.",

Back at the bash, the hoons all smashed

Made farewells & left,

"To Hoon House for us to crash,

Of sleep we are bereft.",

As the cab stopped by the door,

The hoons would find a hitch,

The Maccers sleeping like a whore,

They couldn’t wake the bitch!

With bangs & shouts upon the glass,

They tried to wake the hoon,

But with TV blaring by his ass,

He wouldn’t be waking soon,

"A cunning plan!" Sqrl declared,

And made straight for the bin,

"With wood & flame we’ll singe his hair,

And then he’ll let us in!"

And so still dressed in morning suit,

The Sqrl tried his plan,

Kerry helped the wild pursuit,

The Devil & Luce just ran,

It took many minutes for Sqrl to say,

"My plan just stinks of shit.

Let’s go Luce & The Devil’s way,

In the morning we’ll throttle the git!"

And so all four curled up in the gutter,

Still dressed right up to the nines,

Every so often curses they’d mutter,

The Maccers was sleeping just fine,

Two hours later the sqrl awoke,

Cold shivers running all down his spine,

"My balls are so small I’m hardly a bloke,

Someone please wake up this swine!",

And so The Luce wandered round to the front,

And found Maccers easy to wake,

"Bloody hell Maccers you silly old cunt!"

Sqrl’d had as much as he could take.

Through the door the hoons made their way,

Glad to be back in the warm,

The unwitting Maccers then turned to say,

"Sorry. Were you knocking for long?"

Squirrel

28/8/01