Margaret Without Regret Poem by John Sensele

'No, John, you can't marry Margaret
Though we're filled with regret
That you no doubt love her
But love can't sever

'Your family and all that we stand for
Rejection is our decision therefore.
Our final decision
Made with precision.'

'Uncle Sam, Margaret is my choice
Though I hear the wisdom in your voice.
I'm sorry I've made up my mind
To marry Margaret who's my kind.'

'Don't be silly, John.
Marriage isn't a decision you make alone.'
Uncle Sam banged a coffee table
Deep wrath his mind did disable.

'Uncle Sam, your blessings can go to hell
Cos Margaret's wedding bell
With pomp and fanfare goes ahead
I'm afraid.'

'John, forget about our financial support.
How can you ignore that report
About Margaret hiding the truth?
Gosh, she's so uncouth.'

'Uncle Sam, I don't care whether kids are involved
Cos differences have been resolved.
For me tribe is no issue.
That's petty tissue.'

'Betty, pump sense into your urchin
Before I smack his chin.
As the eldest member of this family
I have the final say in my homily.'

'John, listen to elders
Seriously, take their orders
Or you'll be sorry
In a marriage filled with worry.'

'Mom, I've been dating Margaret for years.
From you, I expect cheers
Not condemnation
Or damnation.'

'John, you're as stubborn as a mule
Cos Margaret has spun wool
On your judgment
And power of discernment.'

'Mom, I've had enough
Of this charade and stuff.'
John stormed out of Uncle Sam 's house
Cos to him Margaret would be the anointed spouse.