This is the story of
Malcolm McDermott
A nice story of love
But a nice story its not
I myself, me indeed
Lived a quiet life
That was until
I met my future wife
I met her at reading
Pissed as a fish
Falling about the plaice
Beard wonky on my face
Past Kelly?s mushroom cloud
Though the haze
In tipples group of girls
I met someone?s gaze
Face of thunder
A reject from house of tipple
She had a 2 left feet
And a third nipple
But I saw past these
I floated up above trees
Kissed her on the... Oh my
I you must have been 'king high
Forty four years
Still going strong
I manage look at her
But think that's just wrong.
Written as a prediction
2 years Max.
Nick Burdett