Oy Gevalt - Moi Ongepatchket Married Life!
two plus decades ago, the dye waz cast
oh my dog - twenty plus years -
how the years zipped by really fast
unsure if this husband can
and/or will make marriage last
cuz, this haint no sunday picnic in the park,
but morel hike a sailboat minus the mast.
Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison)
found herself in the family way
(with what would turn out to be
the first of our two daughters – i do say
determined and sealed the decision
per our rolling in the figurative hay
to wed said mother
of thine deux female progeny on an agreed upon day.
Both of us happened to be older grown offspring
at ten times thrice
Or three plus decades to be generally precise
our fate sealed no clay dice.
Said age difference approximately
a year and a half between us two,
and miserably living with parents,
which o’er the years rancor grew.
I agreed to pledge my troth on the premise this writer
(christened Matthew Harris)
aka king o one scott the lighter
found himself in the throes
becoming a potential mister mom
per one dominant seminal striver a darwinian fighter.
Since neither of us took any precautions
and thru caution to the wind
the inevitable (i.e. a so called
bun in the oven) nonetheless
tasting supposed verboten fruits
branded us as having sinned
took us by surprise
yet, nonetheless got us necessarily biologically pinned.
Rocky forbe hoe ding
as predicted by Bull-winkle the moose
even though a decision
to tie the gordian knot (more like a noose)
per donning the role of future father
tightened and n’er got loose
an inner conflict jostled thine inner being
against forming a legal wedded union – the deuce.
Prior to taking legal vow to be husband and wife
until death doth us part
before the justice of the peace
(which building matter of fact, happens to be
a hopper, skipper and jumper
from where this seat experiences posterior strife
because gluteus maximus constitutes one bony arse
as if being cut by a knife
matrimonial bliss seemed like a pipe dream
in subsequent years only to spiral
into a maelstrom of some chaotic life.
In truth, the prospect to marry
in general and aforementioned gal in particular
hardly filled yours truly with giddy excitement
but a decision this troubadour wished
to defer and tarry.
Passive agreement to acquiesce
by saying that necessary “I doâ€
per impregnating woman named above
transpired until her belly grew
swollen with eden liat thy current star student
now sound asleep –
counting sheep lined up in a barbed queue
yet lately, this personal state of affairs I chronically rue
and immerse myself reminiscing about yesteryear
and wonder why passivity elected as a way to escape
utter aversion living with dad and
(thy late) mom both in a boiling can a bull stew.
Predilection to play Russian roulette
by avoiding any safe sexual mode
i.e. contraceptives to avoid unplanned pregnancy
shrugged off while spermatozoa
adhered to reproductive code
which absence to use birth control also arose
as a natural propensity to procreate
from natural urges that did goad.
Now, less joy de vivre doth prevail
to remain monogamous
and uphold strictures from this male
fidelity, integrity morality,
et cetera buts ahead without fail
from rampant testosterone urge
to become appeased, fulfilled, satiated
no matter this dozen plus year
bride and groom blindly entered
the unalterable sacred covenant
whence sexual need now does ail.
After the birth of daughter numero dos did arrive
the preponderance of physical gratification
took a kamikaze dose dive
seeks special care in lass
for long lasting marriage and love to strive.
email test n tease
thus increasing interest in you to create
a female who generous to care, dare, fun to be with,
inspirational literary jousting kindred soul mate
for mental, physical and spiritual pangs to satiate
cuz...inching closer to the grim reaper
i.e. mortality best not wait.
Yes… I am real<<<< ♥♥♥♥♥♥
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