Paster la Vista had a very strange sister

She wasn’t quite there in the way you’d expect

Well to put it quite plain she was gone in the brain

But all talk of her madness he would always reject

Said Paster la Vista on a warm summers night

Do you think I look nice in this frock - or a fright

While his sister just spun like a tightly wound spring

She was mouthing the words without uttering a thing

Well the Paster determined to get a reaction

Clicked his heels, curtsied twice and got ready to pounce

While his sister spun down like a dervish expired

The Paster was mad and he started to flounce

Listen here you mad winkle

Can’t you see I’m in pain

I need some reaction

To this garment today

Do you think it looks stunning

Quite alright or becoming

But his sister said nothing

Said the Paster ‘let’s pray’

The very next day when events had blown over

Paster la Vista was more calm and demure

He was looking quite fine in a white satin nightgown

While his sister was covered in stained beige velour

Do you hear me dear sister said Paster la Vista

You look like a sofa and you’ve let the side down

If you don’t change at once I’ll insist you are plumped

But the sister just mumbled - ‘wish I’d opted for brown!’

From here the condition could only get worse

His sister, God bless her was loosing the plot

The sofa more over was now taking her over

Insisting with Vista they must now tie the knot

Now the sofa was no Parker Knoll or recliner

And in Paster la Vista it had never seen finer

So proposed wedded bliss and I’ll now tell you this

That the two were as happy as Spode was to china

Far less madness now loomed in the Vista abode

As the two settled down and it’s surely a maybe

The result of this strange and bizarre combination

Blessed us all with both Pasta la Vista and baby!

Paster la vista baby ...

Richard Lee 2007