Kim and George's wedding!

A Poem by Ron

My daughter asked me to write a poem for her friend, Kim's wedding in New York. Forgive the private jokes. Hope you get the drift. Yes, Kim is a scamp!

Ode to Kimberley and George Kokkinos.

In the year ten hundred and three
Mc Beth ruled Scotland, land and sea.
Cruel and murderous Scottish Man!
Related to the Davidson Clan.

Then came his niece only four. Aggie was her name.
She pulled his beard and poked his eye,
And pushed him down a drain.
He did roar a fearsome roar and bellowed out in pain.

And so it was the Davidsons were banished from his shores
In a boat to America, Aggie pulled the oars.
In twenty months they sighted land. A big and busy port.
So it was the Davidsons caused havoc in New York.

The Aggie bred and bred again, her children full of sin.
They burnt the Indian Tepees down and stole their father’s gin.
Mayhem, arson, chopping trees, generations o’er the years.
Then at last came Kimberly! The worst of all their peers.

In Fourteen Hundred and Sixty Six in Paphos lovely fields.
Eva Kokkinos conceived a boy. Genius she did yield.
The boy called George improved the ploughs. Wove gorgeous rings of gold.
Then to Paphos town he went. Wealthy, handsome, bold!

Throughout the years his family grew. A family of renown.
In the year 1966 they owned most Paphos Town.
Another son George was born, cleverer some would say.
So it was this Cypriot lad went to the U.S.A.

Oh what fate! That certain day, that turned from fine to finer!
Kimberly and George met within, the cool Alexis Diner.
Kim was in there stealing tips and on the walls was chalking.
George, so smart, beaming smile, was busy. He was working.

Then came the time their eyes met. Smoulder turned to burning.
Scottish and a Cypriot heart, flushed with love and yearning.
Kimberley behaved herself and yes! She worked with George.
To the movies off they went. Snored, and snored and snored.

Woken up at Two AM! That is how long they tarried.
“Right that’s it!” George shouted out. “Now we must get married.”
Then both off to Cyprus shores. Kim proved quite a charmer.
Flirted in Delicious Café and in Porto Romana.

Rings exchanged and love was sealed by the Paphos registrar.
Kim was almost very late, after pushing Sally’s Car.
Sweat was up as through the flood car and Sally ploughed.
So it was, priceless Kim, took her wedding vows.

Paphos is not America! Although the sun does burn.
Dear George and Kim (their life to live) America return.
And here we are, a wedding true, in the eyes of God.
Within the land of Liberty where paths of hope are trod.

We your guests pledge our love, our succour and support.
A million blessings shower on you. Keep cupid at your court!
Raise your glasses. Drink your health! Your happiness applaud.
May you have a happy life! Dearest Kim and George.