I won’t go to the party
I’m not the partying kind
You could ask my ex-girlfriend
I’m sure that she won’t mind
I did once speak after dinner
I was the father of the bride
Nowadays I am much thinner
It’s been an odd sort of ride
The clouds they are steady
The distant children shout
The wasp it almost settles
The couple inspect the house
I won’t be there this evening
I don’t know the social signs
Ask her, known as my previous
She knows all the leverage lines
I did once hold my corner
I put a bully in his place
I am less inclined now to own her
The questions though, they still embrace