Yesterday, I went to LONDON with my FAIR WEATHER FRIEND and boy have I got a TALL TALE FOR SPRING to tell you
We went through Trafalgar Square, past a bridal shop and my friend just burst out crying saying, I DON'T WANT TO BE A BRIDE! So after she calmed down I asked her why. She confessed that she'd been married before and that if she got married again, she'd be afraid of that failing too, and it'd be like going round and round like a CAROUSEL. I comforted her and told her everything would be alright
Behind her back I thought it'd be okay to write a letter to her fiance, Mike Calafornia.
I started the letter, DEAR CALIFORNIA... and led on to explaining my friend's doubt into the marriage. He replied short after that he didn't mind, because he loved her so much. I showed her the letter, which made her more confident into getting married. She was so happy, I could practically HEAR THE BELLS already.
2 weeks later, he returned from the MARCHING LINE in Chopaloopyland. It was a Tuesday and it was raining, but the weather did GET GOOD by the time the afternoon rolled in.
IN THE END they got married and they lived happily ever after.
Wink wink
