(With a bit of a nod to Rudyard Kipling!)

 

“Don’t you think it’s time,” I said to my son,

“That you settled down and got wed?”

“Oh no” said my son, “that doesn’t sound fun;

Whatever put that in your head?”

 

“I’m getting quite old,” to him I replied,

“And thought a grandchild would be nice.”

“Oh dear,” said my son, as he looked horrified,

“That would come with too high a price!”

 

“Whyever is that?” I then said to him,

“What’s made you decide that you won’t?”

“You may think it’s good to get hitched on a whim,

But I am afraid that I don’t!”

 

“I like to enjoy such freedom I’ve got,”

Said the lad, a grin on his face;

“To you that really may not seem a lot,

But it’s something that I embrace!”

 

“I’m far too young to be tied down so soon.”

He said with a serious look.

“I’ll wait a few years for my honeymoon,

The fireside and slippers and book.”

 

“Don’t leave it too long,” I cautioned him then,

“Because if you leave it too long,

When you decide for a wife you’ve a yen,

You’ll find all the good ones have gone!”