holy matrimony.

We, all, are gathered here today
to celebrate – come what may -
the unity of these two fools,
who chose to follow society’s rules
and make this pact of eternal love
in front of the bloke who sits up above.

So let’s all hush and listen close
as they declare their vows verbose,
of sticking through the thick and thin,
and staying strong both lose or win,
and riding out the highs and lows
(until, of course, one packs up and goes).

Blah, blah, blah, I thee pronounce
- for you dumbos, that means announce -
man and wife, now kiss your broad,
I mean bride, before our dear “Lord”
then be on your way on your chosen course,
and I’ll see you next winter for your divorce.