September sun, you shone, you won.
Midweek annual leave, to watch our mate former miss Gleave, the emerald queen, stand out against a backdrop of green.
Amidst the valleys of foreign pine, you shine.
Ye flavour of man like the shoes on your feet, an irregular choice not to serve meat.
The Skies aligned with the help of Katie, boss spinach bread and not one animal dead.
Give us a break and serve the cake, outfit change we hit the dance floor, did I just hear a string quartet of “I’m a dinosaur”?
Jager Bombs after Pina Coladas after free wine after smuggled lagers.
Ambient beats followed by moustache Matt, get in ‘ere now shouted Mike and Kath.
Tuesday night I never meant to hurt you, we all need somebody to love, even a lawnmower wanker with a curfew.
So thank you for the friends I made, face plants, chipped teeth and bust lips, wasp stings, and freezing off me tits. Happy to be a part of a marriage of friends, Mike seems like a good dude and I can see you love him like I love cooked food.
You can hide the fuel you can even pull the plug, but nothing can extinguish this couple’s love.
September sun, you shone, we won.
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