I'm not entirely sure I'm done with this one... but if I end up adding more, I'll update you.



"Ha HA!" Sayeth I,
and again I say "Ha ha!"
"FORSOOTH!
Your lackadaisy parade,
has not yet made ME a married man!"
"Methinks your nether parts
are ill-aclimed to such a role!"
Spake the Bertrand Priest.
"Tis True!" I cried,
"Tis True!, Ha ha, hee hee, ho hoo!
My stunning lack of pants
has left me ill-equiped to be a groom!"
He took a crevased hand,
and smacked it to his fore of head
"My dear you are a woman
and thus a bride when wed!"
"Ha HA!" I cried "and that is where you're wrong!
I've found my pair of pinstripe pants
to make my legs so lean and long!"
"But you have BOOBS" he cried
'fore clapping hand o'er startled mouth.
And from then on out conversation
only wandered further south.
"I do enjoy these southern climes
they are well suited for my pants
they're better than my skirts or robes,
at keeping out the fire ants!"

Hehehehe... so many opportunities for double entendres... I really think I will update it... I just haven't figured out how to work out the rest of it without ruining the fantasmagoricalness