The Clause Poem by Pius Didier

Thankyou, my purported inlaws
Before we read and lead the clause
As we are sat in rows
Lets lackadaisically trim our claws

No my intended lad
Today you're susceptive mad
This clause ain't in any way absurd
Why do you make me sad.

It concerns that we're weary
But those made mortal must worry
Look, the girl is a queen to marry
But inlaws, the clause on dowry...

'A queen of..., ' her beauty lights up the world
Her price should be at gold
Worth the tête-a-tête to drive the cold
The hitherto naught clause should be fold

Where we went wrong my in-law
On disputed clause indicated below
How will the young couple's fate flow?
If you demand a gold from a stake too small...

Insane! How can a boat sail,
Upon feat to persuade the owner fail
This queen studied in Chancellorville
Her whole wit is a pinned pale.

And so education matters to me
I spent silver and gold for my degree
So the queen and king's price agree
A notion my in-laws should decree

The son-in- law is good for no better
What we demand deem dims no harder
A token of ghee and a tin of butter
And the queen is yours for that matter.

To be continued...