High Five Chaos 🎶

Leon here from Stockport way,

Let me tell you 'bout Sophie's day,

Thirteen years of high-fives and wine,

Trinidad chaos, every time!

Met in a bar called "All Out" one night,

Trinidad heat, everything felt right,

Quickly discovered we both loved to party hard,

Lots of high-fiving followed—that's our calling card!

There's no such thing as too many high fives,

Mid-conversation, keeping friendship alive,

When we tickle each other, hands go up high,

Sophie and Leon—chaos merchants, oh my!

Beans escaped the dog handler one day,

Running 'round the plane on the tarmac—no way!

Sophie and James got off to catch the hound,

Standing ovation when they came back around!

Secret news that James was moving back to stay,

Sophie planned a surprise at the bar that day,

But gossip spread that she was pregnant with my child,

Only Sophie could make rumours that wild!

She introduced me to hot girls as her gay best mate,

Hilarious to her but sealed my single fate!

I'm straight and available, but nobody knew,

That's the Sophie chaos, through and through!

HIGH-FIVE CHAOS, THAT'S OUR THING!

TRINIDAD NIGHTS, LET THE GOOD TIMES SWING!

BOX WINE FINISHED, FOUR BOTTLES EACH TIME!

SOPHIE AND LEON, PARTNERS IN CRIME!

LOUDEST PERSON IN EVERY SINGLE ROOM!

LEATHER TROUSERS AND SEE-THROUGH TOP ZOOM!

ZERO FUCKS GIVEN, THAT'S HER WAY!

HAPPY 40TH, SOPHIE—WHAT A DAY!

Monday Meals crew with Eddie, Margaret, Emma too,

I'm a master chef, meticulous and true!

Follow every recipe, instructions to the letter,

But Sophie wings it, somehow makes it better!

Frustrated how she's excellent but doesn't follow rules,

While I'm measuring precisely with my kitchen tools!

Box wine turned up, four bottles in the case,

Each box finished by the end—what a pace!

Dinner party at her place, I slipped on the drive,

Carrying two wine bottles, barely alive!

Smashed them both, cut my finger open wide,

Straight to A&E, got it stitched inside!

Headed back for what was left of the night,

My bandaged finger getting all the spotlight!

Either through clumsiness or jealous of attention,

She dropped a kettle—boiling water dimension!

Burned her legs and torso pretty bad,

Only Sophie could turn things that mad!

Festival in the UK, I booked wrong flight day,

Monday morning return—didn't think it through that way!

Sophie pointed out Sunday's still camping time,

"Oh shit!" moment—what a paradigm!

Taxi straight to airport, no shower in sight,

Festival clothes on BA flight!

Could smell myself, everyone was staring hard,

That specific shrug I do—my calling card!

Shoulders elevated high, head drooped between,

Sophie laughing at that walk—you know the scene!

Sat on the hill in bliss, good music played,

Watching me walk off—too many substances made!

Gave her a lift to work after all-night party scene,

No sleep at all, she wasn't too keen!

Decided leather trousers and see-through top were fine,

Sunglasses to hide her eyes—that's the Sophie sign!

Office attire? She didn't give a care,

Loudest person everywhere, impossible to go incognito there!

But somehow Sophie always makes it work,

That's her superpower, her special quirk!

Deliberately egged people on about our affair,

Just for a laugh 'cause we knew gossip was in the air!

Adulterous relationship rumors we'd feed,

That's the chaos merchant Sophie—indeed!

HIGH-FIVE CHAOS, THAT'S OUR THING!

TRINIDAD NIGHTS, LET THE GOOD TIMES SWING!

BOX WINE FINISHED, FOUR BOTTLES EACH TIME!

SOPHIE AND LEON, PARTNERS IN CRIME!

LOUDEST PERSON IN EVERY SINGLE ROOM!

LEATHER TROUSERS AND SEE-THROUGH TOP ZOOM!

ZERO FUCKS GIVEN, THAT'S HER WAY!

HAPPY 40TH, SOPHIE—WHAT A DAY!

Paria beach boat ride, found a man off grid,

Wearing nothing but loin cloth—I kid you not, I kid!

Swimming in a waterfall, nearly drowned that day,

Sophie and Leon chaos—always that way!

Stockport to Trinidad and back again,

Thirty minutes from James's family den!

Finally got Sophie to visit last year with Margaret too,

Told her how good it was—she finally knew!

Warning label: "Very loud and likely to get you in trouble,"

That's my Sophie, living in a bubble!

Chaos merchant version I know best,

Trinidad partying hard—we passed the test!

Monday Meals OG crew, we cooked and ate,

Box wine flowing, staying up late!

High-fives mid-conversation, our special sign,

Thirteen years of friendship—Sophie, you're divine!

From Stockport to Trinidad and back to UK shores,

High-five chaos, forever more!

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