In olden days
a man would press
his suit of woo
and that was it.
She'd yay or nay,
or play the coy
coquette, try on
and suit to fit.
Or cast it off,
and split!
If she
did not say
yes, her damn
support network
would bear in hard:
in pointing out that
she's unwed.
A most disgraceful
term of art.
Nowadays of course,
the man who'd press
his suit of woo on you
must swear his affidavit
out and file all his papers
true - subpoena comes!
Soon you're dragged in
to sit with hand on book
and swear.
There stands the man.
To question you:
"Be thou my wife!"
You cock your head
and wink: "For life!
So there!"
Or else, you know, you could
just toss that damn subpoena -
laugh sideways! A summons to
the court of love has no real
power, nowadays.
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