Improper Proposal, poetry by Aaron Marchant at Spillwords.com

Improper Proposal

Improper Proposal

written by: Aaron Marchant

 

My dear, I’m sure you will agree that our association
has been of some utility and mutual gratification.
But with customs being what they are, tradition is demanding,
that there should be between ourselves a formal understanding.
Convention therefore would dictate, that you and I should set a date.
And since it is your special day, I’ll acquiesce to what you say…

April? No, too many showers.
May you say? Too many flowers.
All that sneezing in the aisle among the family rank and file.
June? Yes June could be okay, but hold on, my best man’s away.
July? July is strictly out. Too many mosquitoes about.
August? No it’s far too hot, I really think we’d better not.
And September we can not do. Your sister’s getting married too.
And my first cousin’s tying the knot. No, it would seem like a job lot.
October is getting chilly.
November would just be silly.
A Christmas wedding? With that vicar? He’s sure to have been at the liquor.
Better that we don’t tempt fate, but come up with another date.
January’s sure to freeze.
February would not please your mother, who I won’t upset,
she’s never liked me since we met.
March is just not the ‘done thing,’ it’s neither winter, neither spring.
And then it’s April once again, and still the same problems remain…

Alas, we’re at the mercy of the cruel fate’s decree
which clearly indicates postponement of matrimony.
And our engagement too I fear,
we must leave for another year.
We’ll just have to brave our chagrin,
and suffer twelve more months of sin

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