Dearly beloved, we gather here today,
To join this man and woman in a lyric;
Mrs. Love, will you please give the bride away?
And Father Meter, keep up the groom's spirits?
Now you girls, stand in groups of four, on each
Side. You six, stand apart from the rest. Whom,
should we, appoint mistress of ceremonies?
Alright then, that's on me. Let's fetch the groom!
Now you, Sir, will obey this holy man!
This is it! The end of your dallying with dames!
You shall end what you long ago began,
To maim prosody when skirts were your aim!
Fine, that's done! This should complete the sonnet.
By Jove, never again, it's stressful, dammit!
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