The poem I read at the talley-bunting wedding!

Yes, I'll Marry You

Yes, I'll marry you, my dear,
And here's the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed
When the baby starts to cry,
And if we hear a knocking
And it's creepy and it's late,
I hand you the torch you see,
And you investigate.

Yes, I'll marry you, my dear,
You may not understand it,
But when the tumble-drier goes
It's you that has to mend it,
You have to face the neighbor
Should our boxer attack him,
And if a psycho scares me
It's you that has to whack him.

Yes, I'll marry you,
You're handsome and you're lean,
My house is like a pigsty
You can help to keep it clean.
That sweet little dinner
Which you served by candlelight,
As I sit relaxing,
You can cook it every night!

It's you who has to work the drill
and put up curtain track,
And when I get too grumpy, it's you who gets the flak,
I do see great advantages,
But none of them for you,
And so before you see the light,
I do, I do, I do!