I had forgotten about this… no longer relevant but I still like it:
I was married by a judge.
I should have asked for a jury.
…Groucho Marx
Now For Something
COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:
I love you dear; you are my love
You were sent from up above…
Betwixt the clouds the birds fly high;
Your love just hit me in the eye!
But that’s okay! You made your mark-
One day while strolling in the park,
You laid your cloak atop the muck…
I could scarce believe my luck!
A true Gallant! A Manly Man!
How shocked to end up on my can;
You grinned with glee and slung the cape
And tossed me off, you dirty ape!
Through the years our love has bloomed,
Though some had thought it surely doomed;
Respect has grown as years trip by;
Behind my back I hold a pie…
for my love.
