The Wedding Discard the monocle, embrace the binocs Stop the search for single socks Heat the pot, for two for tea No longer I, but we Treasured discourse, is your new domain Of equal value, verse or plain Banished for ever, soliloquy No longer I, but we Tire less, when you climb the stairs Easier now, they scale in pairs And at their top, you're sooner to be No longer I, but we And when to mop your fevered brow Relief's pursued, with four hands now Half the time, to make pain-free No longer I, but we But give some thought, although now two To magical times, when you were you Abandon them not, in their entirety More weld them to, your new found we And in this state, forever be No longer I, but we