On a sunny day
in Harvard Yard
blonde from Norway weds
son of chieftain
from Rwanda after
both receive degrees
with high honors.
They drive off
in a silver Porsche
touring America
on their honeymoon
until they're stopped
in a small town.
A taillight's out.
The officer says
'You're the first
salt and pepper
I've ever ticketed'
and the bride says
'Sir, we're your first
hot fudge sundae.'
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Ha! Absolutely love this poem! Though I've never been against interracial marriages anyway, I still now will not be able to see such a marriage without recalling those wonderful words, we're your first hot fudge such sundae! Brilliant!