Sitting in your white dress
Raffia hat upon your head
Eating cucumber sandwiches
and cheese spread,
Passing chocolate fudge cake
You eating grapes instead

Are these canapés?
Why not call them snacks?
Hope it doesn’t rain
We haven’t packed the plastic macs
But if it does, wont it be fun
That dress will become transparent
And I will see your bum
And won’t you just hate me
If I remark
Good job you didn’t have more fudge cake!