Just for fun everyone. If you’re looking for perfection and formality in this one, look elsewhere. If you’re looking for a smile, read on. 😀 Enjoy!
Pray tell my good sir
Would you lend me your ear?
For I have a dreary tale
That I need someone to hear
Forgive me my good sire
For I hate to intrude
But ya see I have this problem
And I don’t know what to do
I was on my way to church
Where I was to be wed
Until a tragedy occurred
That’s left me here instead
I had bought a proper ring
To bestow upon my bride
But it would seem that my pocket
Was not intact inside
This I did not discover
Till I was half way here
And I’m afraid fate has brought about
The greatest of my fears
Now no ring have I got
To present to my wife
And should she find out
She’s liable to take my life
I’ve searched frantically
But its no where to be found
I’ve doubled backed my tracks
And searched a quarter mile ground
So here I stand quaking
While the alter waits inside
I cant enter within
But neither can I hide
Yet I cannot find the ring
And cannot buy another one
Spending all my funds upon the first
Now money have I none
The gentleman paused in his walk
And thought it over thrice
Then turning to the groom
He offered his advice
Run home young man
And fetch forth a bell
Then you must shake it
And you must shake it well
The ringing brought forth
You must capture in a jar
So the next time it is opened
It will sound near and far
Then a ring you should have
To present to your wife
By which she will be satisfied
And you shall have your life
Then the man stepped away
Without another word
Leaving the poor lad slack jawed
Sitting on the curb
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