MARRY ME
By Kirk Andersen

When I marry Mary out will go the light.
I want to marry Mary and wouldn't it be right.
To marry Mary on the merry-go-round. Huh?

You see Mary is the woman for me.
Although her name might be.
Fransisca, or Carla, or Marie.
Perhaps she is Carrie, or Sherry or Linda Lou Who.
Her name matters not, Oh no sirree, it matters not, not to me.

For what is a name but a title for you and for me.
I sense you go weary of my rambling's on.
Fear not it won't be long.

And Why do you ask that this will be?
Well Why Not!
I reply with joyful glee.
For as it was and as it will be.
I am she and she is me.
Our lives are intertwined she and me.
We were and will always be.
Husband and Wife, Wife and Husband in eternity.

You see at the end of this life.
When death shall come.
We were only what we will be.
A Man and Woman and a child or two, or three.
Looking for a rhyme?

OH Please, Please don't be...
So quaint and silly as me.
For you see once I am she and she me.
There is no stopping for tea, or to pee.
Whoops sorry, silly rude and vulgar me.

If Dr. Suess your looking for then don't follow me.
I want no followers or followees.
Who came up with this silly drivel?
Who? Why no one else but Mr. Iskabibble.
A cunning bloke he may be.
But what of his evil eye and his twisted knee?

Oh Yes, I started this out with rhymes a plenty.
And words that numbered at least to twenty.
I wrote them all down and what did I do?
I spelled them all wrong and doodled a do.
I skipped a skiddle to skip to my Lou.
My Lou, said "Why skip to my Me?"
I know not why, and can not explain.
Mere words will not ease the pain.
Or stop the knife that cuts though my heart.
...Oops Sorry I had to fart.

When all is said and all is done.
There, can and will only be one.
But one what? Or What One?
This I do not know.
But this I can say.
I know of one, who might just say.

What matters night?
And What matters day?

All the children cry and they play.
But they don't know why they sometimes say.
"Ashes, Ashes, All Fall Down"
Or "London Bridge is Falling Down"
Why must the Queen wear her crown?

You want answers? Look in a book.
Ask the right question, without a second look.
If time is money, and fools are parted so.
Then me and Jackie will Voe-Doe-De-Doe-Doe.

Enough of this mindless prattle and witless chatter.
Lets get to the bottom of this matter.
And climb the stairs without help from the ladder.
You'll soon see who is the madder.

For if I am you and you are me.
And freedom was meant to be.
Then the children are right and happy be.
We will all rest peacefully,
In what we call eternity.

This has been long and made no sense.
But words themselves make no offense.
It is merely the way they are displayed.
And organized that does one harm.
Then take no offense to what I wrote here.
And have a wonderful life that's filled hopefully with cheer.