The wedding bells struck
As lady Veronica marched down the aisle.
Her gay boyfriend stood still in his shoes.

'my love?' He asked tentatively.
'you're doing just fine' she smiled.

She laid her hand on his chest.
Togetherness in all.

'my love.'  he replied.


Veronica drew up her dress as if a sword.

'We are to be wedded priest. Make it happen'.