Stephen’s Song
When Stephen was younger,
Enjoyed a good sing,
Many years ago. (But)
Couldn’t find a glee – club to take him on,
So he thought a MeetUp could run.
Entry conditions are perfectly clear,
Could you shut the door!
Send me a photo, sing the right note – oh!
Merlot and Musescore!!
Eco friendly too
Sparky is his electric car,
Just make sure it’s charged!!
Our hero sports a fine head of hair
White Tuxedo suit.
“debonair” ’s the word that really comes to mind,
El-i-gi-ble, he’s such a find!
Though, in his day job, a real estate man,
There’s no finer gent
He’s oh so social,
Ever so jovial,
He’s been heaven sent!
Who’d have thought we’d see him in a foursome on our TV screens,
Come dine with me.
Film crew homing in.
A – ca -pell -ans
Lined up to sing (But)
Did he ever win?
He can be handy
Planning his days,
Walks and talking Heads.
Slipped in quite a sneaky trip
To go to New York,
Just as Donald soars to the top!!
Back in the office, Stephen’s a dream
Sells a house or three
But make it the morning,
or else he’ll start yawning,
Mr Snoozebury
Out on the town ‘til quarter to three,
MeetUps is the game.
One for every weekday and then two the weekend
Cuddle parties, is there no end!?
Our favourite “sarnies”, splendid affairs,
Cucumber and more (But)
Will you still need us, will you still feed us,
Now you’re sixty four!
Will you still need us, Will you still feed us,
Now you’re sixty four!
