I can’t wait to tell you

Before the news gets stale

If you know a different version of it

Post me in my mail.

They go together up the lift

They both work at a consultancy

Since they know each other from infancy.

He had been to the dietitian

For a diet chart

He should have checked his salt intake

Right from the start.

She binges all the time

On burgers or noodles

Permanently stuck to her chair with her oodles.

The pail lay outside, broken

Filled with garden soil

Where weeds grow in turmoil.

No more up the hill they plead

We’re old folks, ain’t we already over the hill?

Quip defensively sir Jack and ma’am Jill.