He finally arrived at their fortress of pulchritude.
Confronting the lovers, he exhorted, "I'll punch ya, dude!"
Instead of a donnybrook, the fellow said "Sweetum,
hey, whaddaya say to our trying a threesome?
There was a silence, all was still, then said Revolting 'Have you any plonk?'
'Why yes', said the suitor, 'in the corner'. Bugger that, said oldbadge, 'I want a b....ath.
Well, they trusted the maid, left her love behind in that cold shed,
and set off for home, 'Now you all come to my place' Wirey said.
'Wot?' cried Revolting and oldbadge, 'We don't want to freeze!'
Don't ask us to trudge to crappy cold Canuckistan, please!'.
So they came from the mountains, the island, the plains
They came by aircraft, by boats, by trains
They walked, they drove, one even came by horse
"Why," they were asked and the answer was always the same,
"To see Wirey, of course."
But Wirey was reclusive, reticent, shy
"Begone." he would shout from his darkened house
"Or I'll spit poutine in yer eye."