The Marriage Proposal

I presented this poem at a friends wedding reception, telling the story of the night he proposed to his bride.

To be with the man she loved while dining
Was the desire for which this lovely woman was pining
What great anticipation there was all day long
For a quiet night together, she needed no song

What splendid palace will be our eatery
where we can eat venison, taro and plum jelly
Today’s stunning and beautiful bride mused
while through the Jewel of Polynesia they cruised

Then before you know it they had arrived
It was at the gateway to the world, they were alive
and for some weird whacked crazed strange method
Out of the car’s trunk some travel bags un-hid

Onto a giant bird together they climbed
One with a koru and jet engines and fumes behind
Maybe she realised something was under the weather
As the plan was to have a quiet night together

At great speed to the citadel they went
Where you find the capital, of which we lament
Back on land another strange thing appeared
A rental vehicle that had been prepared

To the botanical gardens of majesty and elegance
Our mischievous and scheming man drove at once
Then past the gate, as he walked down the old asphalt
It was only the beating of his heart that he felt

Our splendid bride had once lazily said
That the amphitheatre gave joy to her head
But focussed in the middle, at the centre of the stage
It was only the two of them on this page

With breathing while moving of jaw and lip
Our beautiful brides favourite sonnet was let rip
Then down on his knees the great time came
How could any part of his life ever be the same?

Our strikingly good looking gentleman
He always knew what to do, he kept to his plan
With all his courage, which is vast, unfathomable gargantuan
He finally asked her, can I forever be you man

It took just a very short moment for an answer
Quicker than the blink of an eye, no much faster
Alas not, in truth there was a little hesitation
He had to wait for the earth to do a full rotation

After a very long night the next day came
One way or another Brendan would never be the same
Then out came the answer after much meditation
Of course I will, she said, my hearts in a joyous celebration!