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We've all heard the story about Bonnie and Clyde How they met, eloped and died. And we're tired of hearing About Henry and Ann, And their shameless lives Back in Tudor England. When their marriage broke, Ann lost her head, With one stroke. I won't bother you with the story Of Napoleon and Josephine, And that messy business With the guilotine. You know Caesar and Cleo Put on quite a show, They had a long distance relationship From Rome to Egypt. But it ended badly. She by a snake bite, Him by Marc Antony. These famous couples didn't tarry; They were harried Before they married; They met and wed, But were too soon dead. Now Byron and Colleen Met when teens, Byron was sixteen, Colleen just fifteen. They lived together, To begin, He loved her, She loved him. This wasn't living As they say, “In sin.” No rings lingered On wedding fingers: No bands of gold To wear 'til old. No license, no Registrar, No vows were spoken, But their silent vows Were never broken. They didn't need A wedding token. The cost was never the issue here, Although Byron always claims he's poor. And thus they carried on. Boy, did they carry on. In a romantic spree. First came Jordan, Then Jamie. And thus they passed Their years together, In seeming status quo; A happy well-matched couple, For all intents, and show. They lived well, Ate well too, Dressed and drove, Worked and strove For friends and family. And all along, The two of them Have been our pleasure To know. After all, they're behind Their doors, That's all we we need to know. And thus, they carried on. Boy, they carried on. Years down the road They honey-mooned, And after this, they married; Like Benjamin Button All seems reversed. Should they continue This backward style, Then in awhile, Following this reception, They'll probably meet At their conception. Should they continue In this fashion, Their marriage should end With their parents' ****** This is The Ballad of Byron nd Colleen, and if truth be told, You're still just teens.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
The Ballad of Byron and Colleen
We've all heard the story about Bonnie and Clyde How they met, eloped and died. And we're tired of hearing About Henry and Ann, And their shameless lives Back in Tudor England. When their marriage broke, Ann lost her head, With one stroke. I won't bother you with the story Of Napoleon and Josephine, And that messy business With the guilotine. You know Caesar and Cleo Put on quite a show, They had a long distance relationship From Rome to Egypt. But it ended badly. She by a snake bite, Him by Marc Antony. These famous couples didn't tarry; They were harried Before they married; They met and wed, But were too soon dead. Now Byron and Colleen Met when teens, Byron was sixteen, Colleen just fifteen. They lived together, To begin, He loved her, She loved him. This wasn't living As they say, “In sin.” No rings lingered On wedding fingers: No bands of gold To wear 'til old. No license, no Registrar, No vows were spoken, But their silent vows Were never broken. They didn't need A wedding token. The cost was never the issue here, Although Byron always claims he's poor. And thus they carried on. Boy, did they carry on. In a romantic spree. First came Jordan, Then Jamie. And thus they passed Their years together, In seeming status quo; A happy well-matched couple, For all intents, and show. They lived well, Ate well too, Dressed and drove, Worked and strove For friends and family. And all along, The two of them Have been our pleasure To know. After all, they're behind Their doors, That's all we we need to know. And thus, they carried on. Boy, they carried on. Years down the road They honey-mooned, And after this, they married; Like Benjamin Button All seems reversed. Should they continue This backward style, Then in awhile, Following this reception, They'll probably meet At their conception. Should they continue In this fashion, Their marriage should end With their parents' ****** This is The Ballad of Byron nd Colleen, and if truth be told, You're still just teens.
My friends got married after 40 years together. Read at their reception.
francie-lynch
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
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