Mr and Mrs Benny Dorm
Often went to Spain
He would like to siesta
She would always complain
If it wasn't about the hotel
It was mainly about the plane
Till it came to night
When they each drank champagne
Ending with both feeling up tight
And now with plenty to explain
About the previous night's fight
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