Bob’s Wedding Poem
Marriage is a state of mind,
Reason clear, intent in kind.
And celebrants who are inclined
Should mind the state they're in.
Infatuation, true, is blind.
But love's a blue moon treasure find.
And this the fate the Fate's designed
For those whose life should now begin.
But idle precious metal rusts
If left unburnished, gathering dust.
Don't lay up treasures in blind trusts,
Nor hide from honest sight.
In polishing its true one must
Rely on friction, breaking crust.
But the shine, that's worthy of Man's lust
Keeps bright this wedding night.
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