Mawage...

 My sister Teri got married today.

Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...

I wrote her a poem.


And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva...

Here it is.

So tweasure your wuv.

Epithalamium

For Teri and Brad

Your wedding day is finally here

Teri Jo and Brad!

And so I wrote a little poem

(I hope you don't get mad)

It's all a about the two of you

You'll see, it's not too bad.

Although you first met in high school,

You two were meant to be.

Kristie and Aubrey planned it out

We had their guarantee.

They saw Teri on our piano,

"She's cute! Brad will agree!"

You were friends in chemistry class

You both took choir too.

Then Brad went to Costa Rica

And Teri had no clue

That soon she'd be his bride-to-be,

And that their love was true.

The day Brad asked for Teri's hand

He had things all in place

Yet it did not go as he'd planned

It blew up in his face

She still said "yes," proposed to in a barn...

I mean, romantic space!

And now you're married, happy day!

And wedding bells did chime.

I soon will stop this little poem

It will not take much time.

I'm sure you're getting sick of me

Teasing you in rhyme.