Truly, many a women,
Alike in fair
and flair
Did catch the
ball of my eye
There was
nothing telling
About any of
them yet
And I, spoilt
for choice
Confessed my
undying love
To all but one
that in time
Bore the fruit
of my loins
She was crafty
with her noose
Hanging o’er my
head
And as fate
would have it,
Time was nigh for
the chickens
To come home to
roost
A choice had
been made and I,
No longer the
eligible bachelor,
Still bemoan, to
this day
My dearth of choice
When my teenage
daughter
Nudges me in years
to come
About how I met
her mother,
I’ll have the
perfect fairy tale
Of a damsel in
distress,
And a one-horse-open
sleigh
“I rescued her from her pursuers,
Then she
collapsed in my arms…
I knew she was
the one”
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