Wedding Proposal

On that damp September eve in Rome, Italy

At the romantic fountain of Trevi

Mark got down on bended knee

And said the words ‘will you marry me?’

He produced the most sparkly, stunning ring 

And said ‘it’s for you the most beautiful thing

I’ve ever known in this life

Would you do me the honour and become my wife?’

Coins bounced off the top of your umbrella 

As Mark waited patiently on his wet patella

You finally accepted as you loved this fella

Then you rang your daughter you just couldn’t wait to tell her


2 thoughts on “Wedding Proposal

  1. nombre de la pluma says:

    I’m working through the dark ages of my email before distraction whisks me off to elope. Distraction, Depression, Delirium, or worse, I’ll probably (against my wishes) be wed to one of these soon. There’s no elegant fountain and no bended knee, and no romance to mine at all.

    But I wanted to say, I thought this was a brilliant and lovely poem. Thank you for sharing! Sorry I took five-ever to say anything. Can’t believe I said “five-ever,” but the teens corrupted me back a few years ago when they were saying that, and it has been longer than for-ever. DM

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