Harry Does Not Want To Marry

She just would like to marry And her own wedding flowers carry; On this no longer tarry, For she can babies carry; Yep, on this cease to tarry; Fast make it like Ferrari! Time to start hating Arnold Harry, Who mainly cares about eating Garri, Determinedly wasting time While it is quite ripe time To judge this a real crime And add that it tastes like lime. She, sure, should try The Ageing man, Whom she knows as only Dan, Who has been her sparing a smile And in it no obvious guile … And she shall Harry owe no apology, Who has majored in Biology, Child bearing risky after Thirty-five, With God out of it and one won’t be alive.