In Laramie

The way they do in Laramie

Just suits my notion to a T.,

The girl refused to wed, they say,

Unless they struck the word “obey”

Right off the slate. When that was done

The scrappy pair were fashioned one.

The groom was “for”, “against” was she,

And thus they fought in Laramie.

No wedding in old Laramie

For her until he should agree

To have the word “obey” cut out.

The groom out up objections stout,

But no avail, the bride to be

Fought every ditch most gallantly,

And now all grooms their doom must face

For Laramie has set the pace.

The things they do in Laramie

Are satisfactory to me.

I’m willing they should change the laws

To suit the women there because

I’m married, and the word “obey”

Was nailed in my caboose to stay.

So what they do in Laramie

Just suits my notion to a T.

August 23, ‘08