Seventy-six more days ’till the wedding date,
And a hundred and ten things still left to do.
There are over a thousand tasks–
And even strangers ask
If they can have an invitation too?
Seventy-six more days of my single state,
And a hundred and ten nerves frayed at the ends.
And yet I’ll trade all of this
For countless years of married bliss,
Time itself will soon make amends.