Whilst the love is running high

Whilst the love is running high, and the hangover is nearly nigh,
let me tell you the story, of our night of debauchery,
in the land of the emerald isle.

It started with a flight, deep into the night,
and end with the stag, wearing knickers like a slag.

And in between all that there was paintball, poems and pizza,
not to mention the dancin, beers and chunder.

The was lots of clever rhyme, with the ladies from the bar,
And whenever it was Riko Time, then laughts were nor afar.
guns, mud and paint, enough to make one faint, bang bang bang, the friendly fire sang
The trees did see so much, but not a war as such, but jolly good fun, all people with a gun
women, girls and boys, alcohol instead of toys, bad behaviour did ensue with more than just a few
And much more happened, includiung lots of play. I'm sure you'd like to hear,
but until i've got the all clear, i've nothing more to say.


For as we all know, what goes on tour stays on tour.

by

the 2 jokers