Written on the Way to Deborah's Weddin'

Josh, Anna, Michael and I wrote this jolly poem in honor of Deborah and Evan's wedding. and yes, the existence of a real Kevin is completely fabricated... enjoy. :)

Leaven La Vida Loca

(based on a true story)

There once was a boy named Evan,

A lad who baked bread without leaven.

"Alas, O my soul,"

Said the lad to his roll,

"I wish I could bake like that Kevin."

The boy that he spoke of, this Kevin (fiend)

Was a sprightly young lad of just seven (teen).

He made cakes a la carte

And strawberry tarts

That could satisfy angels in heaven (winged).

Now Deborah liked Kevin, not Evan.

And Evan liked Deborah, not Kevin.

"Alas, O my soul,

"A lass make me whole,"

Said Evan whilst looking towards heaven.

An angel then came down from heaven

To help the poor leaven-less Evan.

"Deborah, don't fear,

"The right man is near.

"The lovin' lies not in the leaven."

The angel receded to heaven

And Deborah looked up and saw Evan.

"Alas, O my soul,

"This lad makes me whole,

"But a cake we will need at the weddin'."

So Deborah was married to Evan,

A match that was made up in heaven.

The party was swell.

The cake was as well,

Its baker none other than Kevin.

brown.

It will all sound contrived,

the forest being hungry

for naught knows what --

the sea of ivy,

poisoned. And the thorns

- the ones I'd rather have than spiders.

And just after saying it,

running into webs - one

after the other.

What of it?

A shattered pile of sticks from childhood --

one unrotten log.

And all of it

coming together just in time

for me to run back and wash it off --

if it was on time.

But there it is, anyways. We'll call it

brown.