Mustn't grumble, mustn't GROan -
I realise I'm not alone
But its still frustrating nonetheless
With every passing day - the stress
I'm GROwing older every day
Watching the postie pass this way
By the time my bleedin' certs arrive
I may not even be alive!
GROwling at them does no good
They're drowning in a massive flood
Of marriage, birth and death requests -
It's put their systems to the test
One thing's for certain, while I wait
My beard's GROwn to a proper state
Perhaps I need to GROvel more
To get the certs to my front door?