While look for my merry.
I found a shake topped with a cherry.
So, I took the ferry.
To the dairy.
Opinions may vary.
But it was very scary.
You see she wanted to marry.
Oh, contrary.
She announced I would be primary.
But here I sit at the library.
As I read all about berries.
Or is all this imaginary.
You think that extraordinary?
A bit reactionary.
While I check my itinery.
I’ll head to the apothecary.
But I found my merry unmarried Mary.
How necessary that unitary.
RGH
12/16/2020
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