»The Wedding
Friday, January 7, 2011
Discard the monocle, embrace the binocs
Stop the search for single socks
Heat the pot, for two for tea
No longer I, but we
Treasured discourse, is your new domain
Of equal value, verse or plain
Banished for ever, soliloquy
No longer I, but we
Tire less, when you climb the stairs
Easier now, they scale in pairs
And at their top, you’re sooner to be
No longer I, but we
And when to mop your fevered brow
Relief’s pursued, with four hands now
Half the time, to make pain-free
No longer I, but we
But give some thought, although now two
To magical times, when you were you
Abandon them not, in their entirety
More weld them to, your new found we
And in this state, forever be
No longer I, but we
Stop the search for single socks
Heat the pot, for two for tea
No longer I, but we
Treasured discourse, is your new domain
Of equal value, verse or plain
Banished for ever, soliloquy
No longer I, but we
Tire less, when you climb the stairs
Easier now, they scale in pairs
And at their top, you’re sooner to be
No longer I, but we
And when to mop your fevered brow
Relief’s pursued, with four hands now
Half the time, to make pain-free
No longer I, but we
But give some thought, although now two
To magical times, when you were you
Abandon them not, in their entirety
More weld them to, your new found we
And in this state, forever be
No longer I, but we
words spilled @ 6:43 PM /
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