Those few of you who know and love me will know that I am to be wed some time between now and Christmas. For the second time. The first one worked OK, but when it came on top, a full Police and Fire Brigade investigation proved I was nowhere near that cottage when it went up. So lets not dwell upon the fucking past, eh? What I require now is a poem what I can say when I snare the current main squeeze... sorry, when we join our estates... shit... when I marry the girl I love. Right, heres the best I've come up with so far.. Hem hem... "Roses are red Violets are blue Some cunt got Jordan But I got you" Hard to imagine improving on that, but any help will be gratefully recieved.