Hitch your wagon to that old dog star
To find out what you really are.
Now you’ve gone and tied that knot
You certainly now know what you’re not.
You’re not single, now a pair
Of what I surely won’t declare!
Does this mean a quiet time?
Of slippers, cardigans and wine.
And will you now be Darby? Joan?
Taking turns to have a moan
About how the days are so much worse
And children have become so coarse.
Or will you go on as before,
Hatching plans, or maybe more?
Visions of that new horizon.
That the rest of us relies on
Now when you bask in some new tension,
Well worry not you’ll have his pension.
And for those future times in life
Just who’s the trouble and who’s the strife!