It may just seem like yesterday When Fred did Wilma woo, But really, all those yesteryears Have totalled quite a few. We see a young Miss Weber In finery so grand, Stand side by side with Frederick, And vow to take his hand. In sickness, health and poverty And these we'll all have known, Bonded Fred to Wilma And seeds of love were sown. You raised up three fine daughters Who've families of their own And they have handed down the love That you, to them, have shown. Congratulations are on order, As now we can behold, The Wylie - Weber Union Has finally reached the Gold.
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies