george4man2box (matthew scott harris)

Oy Gevalt - Moi Ongepatchket Married Life!

Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison)
    found herself in the family way
(what would be the first
    of our two daughters – i do say

determined and sealed the decision
    per our rolling in the figurative hay
this schlimielto wed said mother of thine deux
    female progeny on an agreed upon day.

Both of us happened to be older
    grown offspring at ten times thrice
approximately three plus decades to be generally
    precise our fate sealed no clay dice.

Said age difference
    (a year and a half between us two),
    and miserably living with parents,
    which o’er the years rancor grew.

I agreed to pledge
    my troth on premise this writer
(christened Matthew Harris)
    aka king o one scott the lighter

found himself in the throes
    becoming potential mister mom)
    per dominant
    seminal striver Darwinian fighter.

Since neither of us took precautions
    and thru caution to the wind
    the inevitable (i.e. a so called
    bun in the oven) nonetheless

    tasting supposed verboten fruits
    branded us as sinned
 took us by Noah surprise and,
    got us necessarily biologically pinned.

Even though a decision to tie
    gordian knot (more like a noose)
per donning the role of future father
    tightened and n’er got loose
    an inner conflict jostled thine inner being
    against forming a legal wedded union – the deus.

Prior to taking legal vow
    to be husband and wife
until death didst part us before justice of the peace
    (which building matter of fact, hapt to be
    a hopper, skipper and jumper

    from where this seat experienced posterior strife
because gluteus maximus constituted bony arse
    as if cut by a knife
matrimonial bliss seemed like a pipe dream
    in subsequent years only to spiral
    into a maelstrom of some chaotic life.

In truth, the prospect to marry
    in general mills aforementioned gal in particular
    hardly filled yours truly with giddy excitement
    but a decision this troubadour
    wished to defer and tarry.

Passive agreement to acquiesce
    by saying meekly parroting necessary “I do”
per impregnating the woman named above
    transpired until her belly grew

swollen with Eden Liat thy current star student
    at time of this writing (xx+ Earth Orbitz ago)  
    twas sound asleep –
counting sheep lined up in a queue

yet lately personal state of affairs
    I chronically rue
immersing self reminiscing yesteryear
    and wonder why passivity

    elected as way to escape
    utter aversion living
    with dad and (thy late) mom
    cooking in boiling can a bull stew.

Predilection to play Russian roulette
    by avoiding any safe sexual mode
i.e. contraceptives
    to avoid unplanned pregnancy
    shrugged atlas off while

    spermatozoa adhered to reproductive code,
which absence to avoid using birth control arose
 as a natural propensity
    to propitiate, produce, procreate
    natural urges did goad.

Now, less joy de vivre doth prevail
    to remain monogamous
    and uphold strictures from this male
fidelity, integrity morality, et cetera
    buts ahead without fail

from rampant testosterone urge
    to become appeased, fulfilled, satiated
    no matter this deux dozen plus year bride
    and groom blindly entered
    the unalterable sacred covenant
    whence sexual need now does ail.

After the birth of daughter
    numero dos did arrive
 the preponderance of physical gratification
 took kamikaze nose dive
seeks special care toward Semetic lass
    for long lasting marriage and love to strive.