Marriage Advice from the Bard
Let me now for the marriage of two minds
Submit ingredients. Of course there’s love,
Which (per my plays) a person often finds
Through comical misapprehension of
Just who his soon-to-be belovèd is.
On love alone a pair may plight their troth
(In just a day, sometimes); but marriages,
To last, need more than passion’s fleeting froth:
Fidelity, forgiveness, a blind eye
To all the times your actor-poet mister
Writes fawning sonnets for a younger guy
Or tells a dark-haired dame how he’d have kissed her;
And most of all a willingness to fade
While others last through verse your spouse has made.
On the Third Anniversary of Obtaining a Trendy Kitchen Appliance
The instant that my Instant Pot
Cast off its cardboard cradle,
Once I’d removed the plastic junk
(A paddle and a ladle),
I made myself a solemn vow:
“This countertop behemoth
Shall ever cook two times a week
And gleam as now it gleameth.”
I know: you think that in a month
My best-laid plans had busted,
That in a year the gadget sat
Neglected and bedusted.
You’re right. But I have won the war
Despite that losing battle:
Still almost every day I use
That ladle or that paddle.