TWELVE STEP RECOVERY.

There was one day left before the fall
Into the church with you,
And three friends worth of alcohol

To ritually abuse.

With the four whores of the apocalypse,
And five crates of lager top,
We sexed up all the local strips

Until our carriage dropped.

The seven deadly sins were used,
But eight of us were in this,
So a cat o’ nine tails was produced

And given to the sinless.

Now how often do the times surprise
Whilst eleventh hour heading;
At twelve thirty someone breathed a sigh,

We’d overshot the wedding.