An Engagement Poem

As the clock counted down to a new century
Greg constructed a plan as careful as could be.
He commissioned a ring for the girl that he loved
And waited till midnight for the ring to be shoved
On the finger of Sarah, who he hoped would say "yes".
The woman he loved, this girl Sarah Hess.

Ten seconds to midnight, he reached for the ring
So sure all was right, so sure of everything.
In his pocket he placed it, so careful to store
Where it would not get lost if his sweat would soon pour.
But the ring in his pocket had plans of it's own
It slid into the lining, Greg felt with a moan.

Greg fumbled for the ring as the clock ticked away
And as Sarah looked on all to Greg's worst dismay.
Two seconds to midnight and the ring did appear,
And the smile on her face was the answer so clear.
A mans voice called out from the next room away
"A proposal was made I think on this day"

"What is the answer?" asked a girl in a dress
Sarah squeaked out her answer with a high-pitched "yes"
All in the next room soon cheered for these two
Who now have a wedding to plan through and through
But first we must party and good food we should eat
At our house at sixteen eleven Sauls Street

On the twenty second of January
In this new century.
It will start at seven, we hope we can see
you at this shin-dig, please R.S.V.P.
(And if you can't make it please tell us that too.
We will still have the party, but we will miss you.)

Gregory Cohen and Sarah Hess