He's a keeper

More than a few years ago, a Sheila went out one night. She only knew one or two other people at this place, but she knew a mob would be turning up.
It was a church youth group, so she reckoned every one who was there would be nice and Christian like, and not yobbo-ish, and not a pack of whingers, so she reckoned it might be a ripper night.

She walked through the front door and saw a group of blokes having a chin wag. She didn't like groups of blokes much but she looked over at them and she heard something in her head say "he's a bit of all right"

She said to the thing in her head "stone the crows, mate. What are you on about?" 
and the thing said "that one" 
and she said "righty oh then"

Meanwhile, a bloke rocked up to the same place on the same night. He knew most of the crew there, so he was feeling pretty comfy. He heard there were going to be some snags on the barbie and a bit of a swim in the pool so he reckoned it'd be a top night and he'd be a mug to miss it.

He was standing in the corner with his mates having a bit of a convo when this new chick walked in.
 "Stone the crows" he said. "You little ripper. She's a bit of a spunk"
His mates said "who ... ?" .
They turned to have a squiz at who he was perving at and couldn't see any decent birds.
He said "the blonde Sheila. Haven't seen her in this neck of the woods before"

And his mates said 
"nah she just moved here from the big smoke"
"A bit up herself if you ask me"
"What, are you gonna crack onto her? Onya mate"
"let's go see if the girls have got their bathers on yet"

So by the end of the night the Sheila and the bloke had got to yakking and he thought she was a bit of all right.
She reckoned he wasn't too much of a drongo, and he wasn't a bogan, so when he gave her a tingle the next day and asked her out, she said "yeah, no worries"
He said "you little ripper this calls for new trackie dacks and uggies"
She said "beaut"

About two years later they got hitched.
And that was 30 years ago. Fair dinkum, it feels like about five.

Some people reckoned the marriage had two chances, buckleys and none.
Some reckoned they were a pair of mugs,
Some reckoned they might make a fair go of it, and some knockers reckoned it'd cark it.

Mate, we've had our blues, we've both acted like drongos and we've spat the dummy more times than a chook lays eggs. 
But deadset, it's been bonza.
I'm fair dinkum stoked.