One startling May in '82
A babe was born with eyes of blue,
It happened again in '84
When a green eyed one popped out around four
Such a peculiar phenomena, all these baby appearances
With the screaming and the crying and the vomiting gross substances
The parents were bewildered, bewitched and be-bothered
And those endless nappies left them harrassed and ha-haggard
But those babies were only babies for a baby amount of time
Very soon they were walking and talking of crime
(The good kind of crime like scheming for boys -
like drinking and dancing and making too much noise)
So what better way to commemorate all this birth
Than a night filled with merriment, mayhem and mirth?
There'll be screaming with laughter and crying for more
(But hopefully no vomiting all over the floor)
We invite you this Friday, that's the night of the 5th
To Brunswick Street Fitzroy, we hope you'll come with
We'll meet at Bar Open at 9pm sharp
Where we'll stay for a while and from then embark
On a journey of fun filled celebratory drinks
Of dancing or whatever else gives you your kicks
Of course Eug and Erica don't want to drive
So if anyone out there could give them a ride
They'd be grateful and gratuitous and other words with G
(But not G-string or G-banger, stop thinking dirty!)
If you want to know more, or if the poem was too long
Or even to inquire about what is a dipthong
Just send us an email, be it long or it short
And we'll reply with ever a snappy retort
But enough of this rambling, it's taking up time
And to tell you the truth I'm rather out-rhymed
We'll see you all Friday by hook or by crook
Ah crap, I'll just end this last line with schnook.
