Lady In Waiting

A tale of a lady in waiting..... Emily did speed dating, For her swain she is waiting, Emily, anticipating, Hopes fantasising, Are her nuptials nearing? Is today that diamond appearing? Shall she have a solitaire ring? Preceding her white wedding? Now her swain is appearing, He has a burning question, She waits for his suggestion, She's the lady in waiting, Is her swain proposing? "Emily, Emily, Emily," He sighs heavily, "Here is my question burning, I ask my soul's deep yearning." Emily waits for a diamond ring, "Emily, Emily, Emily," Swain whispers breathily, The lady is waiting..... "Can you marinate chicken wings?" He yells angrily, "That's rude, that's crude! That's the last time I see you!" Now her own wings she is marinading, Does she resume speed dating? Does Emily ever stop dreaming? Solitaire ring anticipating, The lady is waiting.... The lady is waiting.... And waiting, and waiting, and waiting.......