The Swing Poem by Charles Hancock

We serenely sat on the front porch swing
Listening to a mockingbird sing
It was nearly dusk at her family's homestead
She broke off a hunk of French bread

Then she handed me the fist sized piece
Asking my thoughts on a justice of the peace
Replying whatever it takes to make you my wife
And then reached for the butter and the knife

I ceased doctoring up my evening snack
Took a bite, then another, and leaned back
She gazed off into the August twilight
Stating if only our time together wasn't so finite

Oh, I don't know, we could be together for decades
And live down by the Florida everglades
I announced to her in a way that oozed nonchalance
Her gleaming smile was her only response

Suddenly she sprang up and starting raging
Why are we just sitting here aging?
Get up, get packing, and call your job
Because tomorrow I'm marrying my heartthrob