The Wedding

Discard the monocle, embrace the binocs
 Stop the search for single socks
 Heat the pot, for two for tea
 No longer I, but we

 Treasured discourse, is your new domain
 Of equal value, verse or plain
 Banished for ever, soliloquy
 No longer I, but we

 Tire less, when you climb the stairs
 Easier now, they scale in pairs
 And at their top, you’re sooner to be
 No longer I, but we

 And when to mop your fevered brow
 Relief’s pursued, with four hands now
 Half the time, to make pain-free
 No longer I, but we

 But give some thought, although now two
 To magical times, when you were you
 Abandon them not, in their entirety
 More weld them to, your new found we
 And in this state, forever be
 No longer I, but we