Once upon a time not many years ago <br />a girl named Fred fell in love with a boy named Fran. <br />Although the names seemed an odd combination <br />and could easily be confused by people who did not know <br />that Fred was a girl and Fran was a boy. <br />They made the perfect couple as everyone agreed <br />and when their wedding day arrived, <br />the priest who was standing in <br />did not know about the names <br />only that he was marrying a Fred to a Fran. <br />Turning to Fran he said, <br />Fred with you take this woman <br />to be your lawful wedded wife. <br />Excuse me Father, but I think that should be husband. <br />The priest looked up a bit dismayed, but just carried on. <br />Turning to Fred said Fran will you take this man <br />to be your lawful wedded husband. <br />Excuse me Father, but I think that should wife. <br />The priest’ eyes rolled around in his head <br />very dazed and confused. <br />The silent sniggers in the congregation began to grow louder <br />as peels of laughter not bells rang out within the church. <br />The poor priest was now in utter disarray <br />and after blessing the rings; <br />he handed them back the wrong way about. <br />Then the poor priest red faced said <br />to whomever I pronounce you man and wife. <br />Just to make things more riotous <br />someone switched the Wedding March <br />to Rock Around The Clock, <br />which sent the bride and groom bopping down the isle, <br />and the poor priest he had a nervous breakdown <br />saying he would never perform <br />a wedding ceremony again. <br />He would stick to funerals <br />as there was only one body involved <br />and they wouldn’t talk back to him.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-girl-named-fred/
