To Evan and Becky

    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!"
(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.
    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.
    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.

by John Crawford, David Lanznar & Don Anderson
9/13/98