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.
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