That night when we danced on the roof We just did not want it to poof So we took off our shoes, Danced away all our blues, Then I saw your left foot was a hoof....
A gay friend proposed that we wed It’s the perfect solution, he said We’d save on our taxes And still we’d have access To whomever we wanted in bed.
We both love collecting antiques And cooking with garlic and leeks You write and I edit! And with our tax credit We can wine dine and travel for weeks
And I thought, well—he laughs at my jokes He’s more civilized than other blokes He knows about money He’s cute as a bunny And I do get on well with his folks.
And so I agreed that we’d marry He designed the bouquet that I’ll carry! He picked me fab shoes And booked us a cruise And a bridesmaid -- an old queen called Barry.
Now I don't need to mow or to leaf rake There's an all-you-can-eat plate of beef cake Parading the house Where I live with my spouse Such bliss -- and it comes with a tax break!
[Raak] Nice translation. But I thought I should post the original.
Ce bonhomme, nommé Swann, qui voulût Que nous sussions sa vie et que nous Ne perdissions pas même Une miette de ses thèmes… Hélas! Il se souvînt de tout
There once was a virgin who said: "My hymen is safe 'til I'm wed", Though one night in my Chevy, When breathing got heavy, She lost it, my back seat turned red.
When Santa rides out on his sleigh The little kids all shout "hurray" Rudolph's nose is alit So is Santa's (a bit) From “Glühwein” with gleaming bouquet
Previous three excellent pieces of art were created some years ago on either of the 'Mornington' sites by some of the most frequent and genius submitters, so I am not the only one to blame!