A silly wedding poem for two good ones (who have long tolerated my silliness).

This went over very well with their grandparents:

"To be a Corman, or an Epp"


The path of life confounds us all --
Those of us, even, with degrees.
Each turn could bring calamity,
Such as illness, bad shoes, or bees.
Two people wandering down this path,
Uncertain where they ought to step,
Could make each step with certainty
Were they a Corman and an Epp.

We're not all fortunate enough
To be as bright as this good pair:
No man has quite young Michael's wit,
Nor woman quite Amelia's hair.
How can we begrudge their good luck?
We should rather learn from their lives
That brilliance, love, and good hair
Make for happy husbands and wives.

I'm sad to lose them to New York,
These excellent and loyal friends.
To keep them here would be selfish --
They are needed for other ends!
For these fine people are eager
To help the world out as they like.
Each place they go will come to love
Our own Amelia and Mike.

I vote that these two run for mayor,
Or take the world over somehow,
For if they were running the show,
We'd all breathe easier than now.

And all the people of the world,
Atheist, Jew, and Mormon,
Could live in blissful harmony
If they were Epp and Corman.