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| Di's Poem Oh where is Di?, She has not arrived, I think I might cry, I feel real deprived, We are already late, We'll use alcohol as bait, So that we don't wait, It must be fate, Ringing must we go, To keep the flow, Cuz if we don't go, David might blow, Cuz people are crap, They so need a map: So they can ring, That's not a good thing, Cakes we must eat, I would prefer whiskey neat, Kris and Nic the tenor must use, Everyone else the treble abuse, Singles they confuse, Our whereabouts we lose, At 7 o'clock, we're fighting fit, By 9, we're arse over tit, We go there every week, The outlook is very bleak. |