I Do, I Will, I Have
How wise I am to have instructed the butler to instruct the first footman
to instruct the second footman to instruct the doorman to order mycarriage;
I am about to volunteer a definition of marriage.
Just as I know that there are two Hagens, Walter and Copen,
I know that marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered into by aman who can't sleep with the window shut and a woman who can'tsleep with the window open.
Moreover, just as I am unsure of the difference between flora and faunaand flotsam and jetsam,
I am quite sure that marriage is the alliance of two people one of whomnever remembers birthdays and the other never forgetsam,
And he refuses to believe there is a leak in the water pipe or the gas pipeand she is convinced she is about to asphyxiate or drown,
And she says Quick get up and get my hairbrushes off the windowsill,it's raining in, and he replies Oh they're all right, it's only rainingstraight down.
That is why marriage is so much more interesting than divorce,
Because it's the only known example of the happy meeting of theimmovable object and the irresistible force.
So I hope husbands and wives will continue to debate and combat overeverything debatable and combatable,
Because I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life, particulary ifhe has income and she is pattable.
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I really enjoyed the poem ... thanks for sharing. Btw, Doug reminded me that we have met T in the future, meaning one of our friends' mannerisms, strength of character, easy smile are so much of what we remember of T ... only Steve's at least 15 years older, Marine pilot close to retirement, father of 4 girls, etc. Anyway, he doesn't live near us anymore but D would always tell me how much he reminded D of T. Believe it or not, S's parents actually live in Bham, 2 daughters attend Samford. Maybe you all will meet in some random way some day.
My husband and I have always enjoyed Ogden Nash's poetry. Have you seen the collection, "Notes from a Student Husband"? My husband's favorite is 'That Reminds Me'
Just imagine yourself seated on a shadowy terrace,
And beside you is a girl who stirs you more strangely than an heiress.
It is a summer evening at its most superb,
And the moonlight reminds you that To Love is an active verb,
And the stars are twinkling like anything,
And a distant orchestra is playing some sentimental old Vienna thing,
And your hand clasps hers, which rests there without shrinking,
And after a silence fraught with romance you ask her what she is thinking,
And she starts and returns from the moon-washed distances to the shadowy veranda,
And says, Oh, I was wondering how many bamboo shoots a day it takes to feed a baby Giant Panda.
Or you stand with her on a hilltop and gaze on a winter sunset,
And everything is as starkly beautiful as a page from Sigrid Undset,
And your arm goes round her waist and you make an avowal which for masterfully marshaled emotional content might have been a page of Ouida's or Thackeray's,
And after a silence fraught with romance she says, I forgot to order the limes for the Daiquiris.
Or in a twilight drawing room you have just asked the most momentous of questions,
And after a silence fraught with romance she says I think this little table would look better where that little table is, but then where would that little table go, have you any suggestions?
And that's the way they go around hitting below our belts;
It isn't that nothing is sacred to them, it's just that at the sacred Moment they are always thinking of something else
I am soooo laughing and shaking my head. Must show this one to my man!
i am laughing at this poem.. i tried to show it to dear husband and he said he was listening..while flipping channels.. thus the poem. ha! listen with your face, as I always say.
and the second poem that frieda left.. that is reversed for me and my hubby. fun times.
How fun! It's the little differences that keep us laughing and having fun. If we can't laugh at them, we've grown up WAY too fast. Thanks for sharing this, Rebecca. TP and I had our first "difference of opinion" over a pickle. Hey . . . I'll have to blog about that sometime. Funny story!
I love it!!!!!!!!
why yes...those are oh so lovely feet, aren't they? Well, the feet to the far left are your eldest son's. So, I can imagine him not wanting to be called...errr...drop dead sexy....but, indeed the other 3 pairs are hot hot hot!!
I really like that poem, thanks. I am so glad for differences in marriage and friendships!
I just read it to Allen! It's great. What would we do without our immovable forces???
What if I misinterpret my own voice for the voice of God? What if what I think is God saying, "Yes. Do this!" is really my own voice doing a really good impression of God...?
Yeah...that's true. I will. Thanks!
As always, a great post!
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