by Pa Rock
While unpacking I ran across a copy of the January-February 1993 issue of Reminisce Magazine. I had saved that copy because it contained a a page of limericks submitted by their readers, and one of those selected for publication was crafted by me. It was an untitled little ditty on the subject of marriage:
A maiden had sights set on wedlock
to a beau who shied from such deadlock.
When she failed at discourse,
she took him by force,
and he walked down the aisle in a headlock!
If you desire to reply to this post, please do so in the form of a limerick. (Free verse 'tis but the curse of a willful pen, and haiku will never do!)