I proposed 7 months ago <br />on the year's most progressive day- <br />March 4th. <br />We brunched at Hugo's Market Palo Alto <br />and ordered The-Indiana-Jones-Temple-of-Doom salad bar: <br />with 500 salads <br />and All-you-can-drink Bloody Marys <br />Make-yourself-a-sundae... <br />with caramel marshmallow butterscotch chocolate syrups <br />with crushed walnuts whipped creme strawberries cherries. <br />With our bellies churning like mix masters, <br />I escorted you into St. Ann's Catholic Church <br />and begged for your hand on bended wounded knee. <br /> <br />Today Paula <br />we stand before the white marble altar <br />on the faded blue rug <br />to exchange vows and wedding wows <br />as the orgnaist play 'The Taco Bell Canon in C' <br />and Chopin's 'Polonaise Mayonnaise in Egg-Flat Major'. <br /> <br />Tonight Paula <br />we shall go forth in the sultry Sausalito Hotel <br />shed our fig leaves in the Queen Victoria room <br />and multiply <br />till dawn's early brunch. <br /> <br />Edna St. Vincent Millay sums up my glee: <br />'I only know that summer sings in me.'<br /><br />Bob Genevro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-wedding-day-poem-1984-or-the-chimes-they-are-a-changin/
