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Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison) found herself in the family way
  (with what would turn out to be the first of our two daughters – i do say
  determined and sealed the decision per our rolling in the figurative hay
  to wed said mother of thine deux female progeny 
  on an agreed (in Linkin Park) upon a green day.
 
Both of us happened to be older grown offspring at ten times thrice
  Or three plus decades to be generally precise 
  our fate sealed sans no hup hauling clay dice.
 
Said age difference approximately a year and a half between us two,
  and miserably living with parents, which o’er the years rancor grew.

I agreed to pledge my troth on the premise this writer
  (christened Matthew Harris) aka king o one scott the lighter
  found himself in the throes of becoming a potential mister mom)
  per one dominant seminal striver a darwinian foo fighter.
 
Since neither of us took any precautions and thru caution to the wind
  the inevitable (i.e. a so called bun in the oven) nonetheless
  tasting supposed verboten fruits branded us as having sinned
  took us by surprise and got us necessarily biologically pinned.

Even though a decision to tie the gordian knot (more like a noose)
  per donning the role of future father tightened and n’er got loose
  an inner conflict jostled thine inner being 
  against forming a legal wedded union – the deuce.
 
Prior to taking that legal vow to be husband and wife
  until death doth us part before the justice of the peace 
  (which building matter of fact, happens to be 
  a hopper, skipper and jumper 
  from where this seat experiences posterior strife 
  because this gluteus maximus constitutes on bony arse 
  as if being cut by a knife 
  matrimonial bliss seemed like a pipe dream 
  in subsequent years only to spiral into a maelstrom of chaotic life.
 
In truth, the prospect to marry 
  in general mills and aforementioned gal in particular 
  hardly filled yours truly with giddy excitement 
  but a decision this troubadour wished to defer and tarry
even as of this writing thoughts meander envisioning 
  the bachelor life - since daughters grown and I feel self confidant
  to manage the unforeseen challenges of life, and hence less wary.
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