The party was magnificent:
We considered how the hitch
had passed off without incident,
not the slightest little glitch.
Drinking, dancing, singing loud
but no inebriation.
Congratulations ringing out
a perfect celebration.
For us the day was over
and we called it a night
but there were those who felt too sober
to resist a final pint.
The groom's brother sipped
until the hotel bar was closed
and then he took the lift
and found his room where he disrobed
All set now for sleep
bar one more thing to do,
Francis had to pee
so he headed for the loo.
He steadied and he focused
and he leaned against the wall,
threw wide open the toilet door
and walked right
.......into the hall!
Out in the corridor
in nothing but his kaks
surrounded by matching doors
and still needing the jacks,
he remembers that someone passed,
he forgets quite a lot,
he's sure of the fact that
he pissed in a plant pot.
The details still elude him
so we may never know
if he had his photo taken
or puked up on the floor.
The day may come when he is picked
for the leading part
in a YouTube exposé-type clip
of a man in boxer shorts.
(Explanation: After Martin & I got married we threw a Housewarming Party a few days later and announced our marriage there. Martin's family came to the party at our house and stayed at the Viking Ramada Hotel in Waterford City. Martin's dad visited in the last few days and it was only then that we only found out about the antics of Martin's brother, Francis, that night.
Inspired by: Francis O'Sullivan)
