Wedding Reception

Wedding Reception We’ll settle by the bar and watch the women dance, then split a likely pair, when we think we stand a chance. I’ve one eye on the bridesmaid, with the skirt that’s riding high – showing off the daisies, tattooed upon her thigh. The groom is still hung-over; can’t find the pregnant bride. She dodged into the box-room – best-man by her side. Mothers-in-law are screaming, ‘war,’ handbags all-aflail. Uncle Jack is on his back. George is green and frail. So we’ll linger here and guzzle beer, till the barman calls the time. Then make a play for a pair who sway – join the pantomime... ...Hope you like the big one, with the bird’s nest in her hair. Because I’m heading for the bridesmaid, with the skirt that’s riding high, showing off the daisies...