When Shaley Holmes approached the day, when she and J would have their fill
Of honeymoon, she knew they'd both come down to earth in Wentworthville.
The stretch of road (just outside Jason's house) included one man-hole,
Which had its cover wobbling loose; and all night long each car would roll.
The man-hole cover clunked and clunked, as Shaley struggled to adjust,
And praised the Lord for where she worked, since ear plugs had become a must.
The pharmacy would sell them cheap. At least when Jason reached this stage,
His house was free of Nathan shadow boxing out those fights in cage.
But one night, when domestic bliss had placed initials on each towel,
They settled down in bed to sleep, and heard a caterwauling howl.
Well Jason (who was used to running paths and scaling look-out cliffs)
Went racing out in search of it, preventing future lovers tiffs.
At One A.M., a hyped up dog was bolting through those avenues,
With Seventh Day Adventist logos on its collar, leaving clues,
Which Shaley Holmes was adding up; and soon she was prepared to say,
"It's elementary, Jason. Pastor Lloyd's big dog has lost its way.
It's gotten out at Kellyville, and headed west, and turned up here.
When Alban had been caught off guard, returning home, the dog stood near
The gate, and bolted out, before Lloyd's house mate noticed it had fled.
We'd better set it up with canine comforts in your pushbike shed."
They tried to call up Pastor Lloyd, but couldn't get reception there,
Because their phones belonged to SDAs. But if those two would dare
Be Catholics, then their phones would have immaculate reception; though
All phones will cease to work, when Jesus redesigns the world. Ho ho.