The Wedding

There once was a teacher named Steph it's spelled with 'ph' not with 'f', she moved in with son Greg When she boiled her first egg she was named the Elijo Chef. Then they went for a ride in his car, not too fast she said, and not too far. But his foot weighed a ton (well, like father, like son?) so the father likes Hedy Lamarr. Well, not really, the name fit the rhyme Greg's old man likes pure lemon and lime, so my Kelly McGillis beats his stupid Bruce Willis, and her boobs are the envy of time. There is much that could BE ascertained, and debated in depth and explained. But not far from the tree falls the apple, you see and an apple should NOT be restrained. I regret that I'm going to miss this great wedding, the start of all bliss. It's not really the food nor the heartwarming mood, it's the prospect of one little kiss. I have heard that the bride will consent and, for reasons of fairness relent, a small peck on the cheek for the aged and the meek is a proper and kind compliment.