I don't wish to marry, this much is true
Nor pop out ten kids, to mother's dismay
She claims that I owe her, a debt soon due
From my disinterest, she fears I am gay
I simply have standards, demand some class
A man must have thoughts, but few use their head
Bustling bouffants, all smooth words and brass
Their femoral artery, the best fed
But fret not mother, your fear is unbased
Males are indeed my preffered attraction
Though only twice such feeling I've faced
I fear that someday I may take action
For now though, I'll continue to tarry
Because I truly don't wish to marry.
