I was best man at my best friend's wedding.
The sky was blue, painted with white.
The bride wore white, something borrowed, something blue,
A semi-Ann Hathaway delight.
A semi-Ann Hathaway delight.
Some people thought this wasn't a marriage,
But it sure looked like one to me.
The bride tossed the bouquet up into orbit.
My gosh, what an apogee!
Nancy reached up on her tippy-toes,
To add an inch and then some.
The bouquet broke her toes and wrenched one arm
But at least she had potassium.
Civil unions that confer all the rights and privileges that marriage bestows on heterosexuals, except for adoption, is the line in the sand America should not cross.
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