Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 10:17 am
I gather the sun is shining on the bride and groom!
With the encouragement of some of you, I have taken the liberty of penning a message from us forum members which is to be read out at the reception. With the groom safely out of earshot (well internetshot, anyway), I can now reveal the text here:
An Open letter to the Bride from members of the Unofficial Christ’s Hospital Forum concerning Matthew aka “Great Plumâ€
Oh Angie, dear, what have you done?
You’ve gone and married Mr Plum!
Those of us who really knew
This, Matthew, here, when he was Blue
Could tell you many things, I fear,
That might cause you to shed a tear
Or blush for shame, did you but know
How small, indeed, his piccolo!
This tiny pipe (‘twas but a toy)
He loved to play with as a boy
He hoped that when at last he grew
To man’s estate this would grow too
Until perhaps the day would come
To have a huge euphonium.
So seize the moment very soon
And ask him for a little tune!
And now Angie, (you must be told)
No bat he held nor ball he bowled
But yet, his cricket father’s son,
So soon his Housey colours won
For cricket (which his father ran
As well befits a cricket fan).
‘Tis written down in Housey lore
Matt did record the highest score.
Now plums, you know, are shiny bright
And should be tasted fully ripe
For, left too long, they shrivel soon
And turn into a wrinkled prune.
So bite him deep, plum juices suck ……
Soon little damsons run amuck
And in your orchard there will be
Another Holdsworth family.
DLE 28.05.06
With the encouragement of some of you, I have taken the liberty of penning a message from us forum members which is to be read out at the reception. With the groom safely out of earshot (well internetshot, anyway), I can now reveal the text here:
An Open letter to the Bride from members of the Unofficial Christ’s Hospital Forum concerning Matthew aka “Great Plumâ€
Oh Angie, dear, what have you done?
You’ve gone and married Mr Plum!
Those of us who really knew
This, Matthew, here, when he was Blue
Could tell you many things, I fear,
That might cause you to shed a tear
Or blush for shame, did you but know
How small, indeed, his piccolo!
This tiny pipe (‘twas but a toy)
He loved to play with as a boy
He hoped that when at last he grew
To man’s estate this would grow too
Until perhaps the day would come
To have a huge euphonium.
So seize the moment very soon
And ask him for a little tune!
And now Angie, (you must be told)
No bat he held nor ball he bowled
But yet, his cricket father’s son,
So soon his Housey colours won
For cricket (which his father ran
As well befits a cricket fan).
‘Tis written down in Housey lore
Matt did record the highest score.
Now plums, you know, are shiny bright
And should be tasted fully ripe
For, left too long, they shrivel soon
And turn into a wrinkled prune.
So bite him deep, plum juices suck ……
Soon little damsons run amuck
And in your orchard there will be
Another Holdsworth family.
DLE 28.05.06
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