a wedding rhyme, in four-four time

the preacher asked “do you take this man?”
and the bride she planned
well sure I can,
but then she thought again and again,

I can’t love, honor and obey
not even for today,
and what happens when my eyes they stray,
is that okay?

she scrunched up her nose,
and tapped her toes,
then her chest fell, then it rose
and finally her lips said “no,

it isn’t right, and isn’t it true
he’ll want me to do
what he wants me to do
I don’t want that, would you?”

the preacher sighed
“this day is yours, not mine
but as you see, I too can’t decide
that’s why to this collar I bind.”

“but wait!” cried the man “this cannot be
I thought it was to be you and me
and then later we’d see,
a baby makes three”

“well, things they change,
we all must arrange!”
the bride screamed in a terrible rage.
“now I see, you are deranged!”

“oh, no!” cried the groom.
“what am I to do?
I’ve rented this tux for the whole afternoon
and now it’s only ten twenty-two.”

her right hook was fierce,
as she punched through his tears,
the preacher cried, “oh, gosh! oh, dear
be my wife, we’ll be happy for years.”

she took his right hand,
this was not as she planned,
but he certainly was a good looking man
so to his request she gave her amen,

and finally that brings us right to the end.

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