A BETTER GROOM

Am sitting in ma room,

Thinking of better days to seek bloom,

Better days to enchant my carousal,

Trends to occupy my pleas,

Then an angel opens my mind,

With daisy to give daisy,

Upon refreshments of insight,

An insight to pleasure and happiness.

I hope she’ll take with sincerity,

For am tired of lies and lying,

I beg for Shakespeare’s help,

That I may not be lacking in context,

But shall portray my heart,

Clear as crystal, to the part in the start,

And we’ll flow along with blessings,

Till death do us part and torn

I twitch and fidget,

Lest she becomes gloomy and rejects,

 I’ve fought too long, I have to rest,

But with my bride on my chest,

Grinning with glee, finally free,

Free of playful misfits, finally free with the man of her dreams