I searched high and low in every room
But he was nowhere, he was gone
I was Father of the Bridegroom
But where was he, my first-born?
After a while, when I'd given up hope
He came rushing, like the sun at dawn
He whispered, smelling of lifebuoy soap
'I just had to use the john'
(Poor S, she had given me the name of her boyfriend for the instapom, but...:)
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