Wedding Proposal

On that damp September eve in Rome, Italy

At the romantic fountain of Trevi

Mark got down on bended knee

And said the words ‘will you marry me?’

He produced the most sparkly, stunning ring 

And said ‘it’s for you the most beautiful thing

I’ve ever known in this life

Would you do me the honour and become my wife?’

Coins bounced off the top of your umbrella 

As Mark waited patiently on his wet patella

You finally accepted as you loved this fella

Then you rang your daughter you just couldn’t wait to tell her

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