Lonely Evan confessed his anxiety
To the guys in the film-fest society,
"No offense, when I say
That I'd rather make hay
With a friend of the female variety!"
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(Meanwhile...)
At a wedding, said Laura, "my daughter
Is lovely, yet no groom has sought her."
Replied Sabra Morton,
"My son will come courtin';"
So he did, and what's more, well... he caught 'er.
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As they'll celebrate Seders and Hanukkah,
Which they'll capture by Kodak or Konica,
Whether comes feast or famine,
They'll at least have backgammon,
And be happier than poor Bill and Monica.
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So please raise a glass, or raise seven,
To a match, claim their Moms, made in heaven;
There's no need for stealth,
Drink to their public health,
To the marriage of Becky and Evan.
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by John Crawford, David Lanznar & Don Anderson