“Hi love! I’ve had a bump on my head!

“I don’t remember a thing,” he said.

What am I betting?

It needs forgetting!

He’s remembering those that we wed!

We got together on the dance floor

At our club’s party the night before

He stroked my breast

I did not protest

Now we’re blaming the drink for sure!

Two days previous was his bumped head

Some confusion stands him in good stead

Jokes never ending

He’s just pretending

He’s recalling what we won’t want spread!