Your Uncle Morty wasn't the kind of guy to argue at a wedding
This is the sort of thing that you keep conveniently forgetting
As you smile for as long as it's reasonable to do
What on Earth is making him so disagreeable with you?
Why can't a guy be afforded a bad moon, maybe once upon an annum
When the one he fears the most is coming now straight at him?
As you find your faults with the place settings and spoons
Without even a cursory glance to read the room