Present wedded bliss haint no touchstone...

Circa ~ late spring/ early summer 1978
twas at behest of Harriet Harris,
thus due credit mother dearest
(she long since passed away)
who tried, to bribe, coax, exhort...
(protracted effort not all in vain),
cuz her second of three progeny,

and sole son i.e. (me) to
commingle, frolic, immerse myself
quintessentially ushering yawping zeal,
cuz general disposition courtesy yours truly
heavily trended toward solitude,
limiting interpersonal opportunities

minus those crafted,
viz overactive imagination (mine).

I took immediate affinity
(think how quick ducks adapt to water)
to milieu of contra dancing
and soon became popular with the gals,

surprising myself how enjoyable
untrammeled pinteresting linkedin hoopla
delivered je ne sais quois joie de vivre
(the most fun one could experience
without taking off their clothes),
me no exhibitionist by a far cry!

How fitting and proper

to state we (thyself

and spouse) met (for reel)
at Thursday night contra dance

Summit Presbyterian Church

6757 Greene Street,
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19119
(initially held at Church
of Saint Martin-in-the-Fields,
Saint Martins Lane, Chestnut Hill,
Philadelphia, PA 19118

scads of years past
(actually more'n deuce
score of decades ago),
whereby the missus claims,
she espied (yours truly
then as) young lad

(bookworm type fella)
with boyish good looks
and golden locks
emblematic of Samson,
who would be envious (ha).

At four foot eleven
the petite prospective missus

(plus her waist length brunette tresses)

ball of fire stood out amidst

madding crowd drew attention (mine),

yet she vociferously, vigorously,

and vehemently still claims

initial awkward overtures

ascribed to Zison assertiveness.

Yours truly, he blatantly
admits pranced as novitiate

devoid of interpersonal finesse
and polish to whit,

a mere neophyte in a nutshell
hankering to sow wild oats that's zit.

Whereby our marriage got off to

(how shoal I say) rocky start

gallivanting with thee lass,

who would eventually

take me (grudgingly - ha)

as her respective lifelong sweetheart.

Unbeknownst to yours truly,

pent up unleashed testosterone

experienced disquieting alarm
adequately adept equipped with strong arm,

I tapped into secrete Lucky charm,

(albeit surreal environment

cavorting amidst madding crowd)

helped cultivate feral latent impotent

animal husbandry to farm

long fallow fresh unadulterated field

jabbering innocent blather,

brazenness embarrassingly proliferated,

but provocative behavior

smote ego (mine)

not with irrecoverable harm,

analogous to angry bees didst

adequately buzzfeeding naiveté

beehive ving like metaphorical swarm

(smartly stinging me) think freshly cooked

cockles and muscles clammy and warm.

I eventually acquired figurative ropes
regarding dating game

basic primal version

(at that time apps unnecessary)

nevertheless, call of the wild

thee woke former slumbering

beastie boy needed receptive body to tame,

he thus availed himself as lame

crash test dummy

feebly acquired social skills

bungled how to romance a capricious dame

readied himself to aim.

Aye celebrate mine life partner
with balance and swing

proffering courtesy turn

exhibiting gratitude occasionally
while with linkedin elbows
we turn a circle

punctuating spontaneity with do-si-do.

Just now, nine days shy of twenty third orbit

delineating, demarcating, denoting, supposed

whereby justice of the peace

Judge Henry Schireson,

(who still maintains an office

925 Montgomery Avenue, Suite 100

Narberth, Pennsylvania 19072-1913)
accommodated us as we became newlyweds

pledging our troth that hot July twenty fifth,
I try to recollect any vestige

constituting distinguishing,

under_scoring outstanding details

sifting thru hazy memories of past.