No siree, buddy! For what you're suggesting to me is one Hell of a crazy proposition!

 
By Stanley Collymore
 
So you want me to marry you  
because you assume that  
our joint genes will very  
undoubtedly, in your so puerile fantasy,  
produce excellent and unquestionably  
literally desirably unblemished babies  
rather distinctly so physically and too  
psychologically both for them and us  
also, as their fortunate lucky parents.  
Personally I just really can’t think off  
hand of anything more astoundingly  
mindless as what you're undeniably  
distinctly rather seriously proposing  
I should quite soberly go along with.  
 
What do you really think I am;  
a Stepford wife broodmare,  
quite automatic breeding  
machine with no valued input from  
me, as to how my own body ought  
actually to, or even distinctively so
more importantly, surely shouldn’t  
be that involuntarily, delegated for  
such a ridiculous proposition? By  
all means chump be a noticeable  
replica of William Windsor if truly  
you idiotically want to and that is  
what actually, turns you on; but I  
solemnly promise you that you’ll  
essentially, have to do it without  
me I’m afraid; as I’m not or will I  
ever deliberately, or intelligently  
choose to be your sick affected
version, of one Kate Middleton!  
 
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
9 May 2023.
 
 
Author's Remarks:
The bloody cheek eh, of a Middle Ages thoroughly undeniably, misogynistic mindset, rather evidently, fulsomely entertained in the 21st Century!