I’m in in Aberdeen overnight, on my way to get married on Saturday in Ballater.
Please leave a Limerick, and I’ll get back to you in a week and a half or so.
I’m in in Aberdeen overnight, on my way to get married on Saturday in Ballater.
Please leave a Limerick, and I’ll get back to you in a week and a half or so.
There once was a boy called Simon
Who wanted to become a fireman
But when he grew old
And his belly grew folds
He realised he’d rather be Bill Wyman.
The tales of our Simon have carried
Far and wide as the young man has tarried
pouring beer down his gullet
catching cold catching mullets
Hip Hooray! For today he gets married!
Once the Varwell and the Yeaman were wed,
down the Dee on a jetski they fled,
where they went no one knows,
all they left was their clothes,
so we toasted their health with Glenlivet.