Dear Ben, dear Beth, I write this note
From lands so far away,
And wish I could be with you both
On this, your wedding day.
I’d cross the deserts, seas and hills,
A sober suit I’d wear;
I’d leave my sword and gun at home
Or else your guests I’d scare.
I’d saddle up my elephant,
I’d bid the gorillas come;
I’d lock my fort of human bones
And set off for Avalon.
My deadly queen would ride in front
Upon a panda’s back,
And trains of slaves would carry gifts
Of treasures gold and black.
I’d arrive in time to see the guests
And the church bedecked by rain,
I’d sit down next to Ben’s Ma Ma
Who’s crying as if in pain.
But here I’ll stop my tale unreal
Of lands and folk uncouth,
You choose to marry on this day,
From now on, I’ll give the truth.
The place I live is not that strange,
Same jobs, same stress, same trucks;
It is, you see, a modern state
- I wrote this song in a Starbucks!
I sadly ride a bus to work
Not on elephant aloft,
My girlfriend has no poison knives:
In fact she works for Microsoft.
Don’t believe in far off tales,
Or sailors’ dusty charts;
The wildest things that happen,
We create inside our hearts.
There’s no exotic in this world
But what we say and do,
There’s nothing wild and fresh and bright
Except today you two.
The sun it keeps aspinning,
The times repeat in every way,
All that’s new we build inside,
And this, you do today.
Daniel
