In sickness, and in health

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH The day is quickly comin, Me luver ‘n me is ta wed. Met ‘im on the internet, Straight away, ‘e effected me ‘ead. ‘E wooed me, ‘E pursued me, Wiv ‘is passion, ‘an ‘is desire, Stuck a blow torch in me ‘eart, Set me ‘air on fire. Did ‘im ‘an me ‘ave sum seshons, Far inta the night, until dawn? Lordy, ‘avent ‘ad so much fun, Since me ole man took off ‘an gorn. ‘E”s comin ‘ere taday tho’, Tadays the day we will be wed, I put me best Sunddy dress on, Nice clean sheets are on me bed. Gotta meet ‘im at the Church, Soon as ‘e gets ‘ere orf the plane. All the paperwork is fixed up, I ‘ope it doesn’t bloody rain. Me Mini parked there by me door, I ‘ope ‘e will fit in there. Me overang takes lotsa room, Not forgetting me wheelchair. Mustn’t forget me reading glasses, Gotta read all that fine print. ‘E don’t know about me wooden leg, P’haps I shoulda given ‘im a ‘int. Dropped me denchurs in the basin, Gord!, ‘Arf me teeth are gone. ‘E’ll be so ‘appy ta see me smiling face, ‘E wont notice one boob, forlorn. On me way ta the church now. ‘earin aide ‘idden discretely. Cant wait ta see me one true love. I jest know ‘e’ll look arfta me. Me diabetes is playin up, Blood pressure rocketin ‘igh, Stress incontinence is getting worse. ‘E loves me, we’ll get by. Inta the church, this blushin bride, ‘Ope ‘e is proud a me. Somfin don’t look right, Whatsat fing, in fronta me? This sickness an ‘ealth is quite OK. Look at what the ‘ell we ‘ave ‘ere. Ya shudda stayed ‘ome in the USA, Cant care for a respirata, dear. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 10:46 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 14