As you prepare yourself for a married life,
Full of love, happiness, joy and domestic bliss;
Here is an utterly butterly Plummy wish
Which you would do well not to miss.
Unlike Pauline Stoker, may you never ask your Bingo Little
To swim a mile before breakfast;
And then playing five sets of tennis post-lunch,
Leaving the hapless guy shaken and aghast.
Like Honoria Glossop, may you never be prone to
Slapping the backs of guests with all your might;
Nudging the sterner sex to perform goofy deeds
With no consideration of their own plight.
May you never be like Florence Craye,
Trying to mould him into an intellectual cove;
Instead, groom him in washing dishes and changing nappies,
Shaping up a rebel lion into a docile dove.
Unlike Stiffy Byng, may you never prompt him
To pinch the helmet of a constable;
Landing him…
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