The King And I Poem by Bryan Norton

Bucky was a buckaroo
In fairs and rodeos
Barbie made the Bar-B-Q
They served at all the shows

She dreamed of matrimony
And a happy wedding tune
In a sacred ceremony
On a sunny afternoon

He met her where the cattle lay
Beyond the chapel green
They heard The Sound of Music play
Within a country scene

She was the one he dreamed of
In his dreams of love and glory
Where couples sing of true love
In a cowboy's West Side Story

She told her friends The King and I
Are getting married soon
When Bucky came she said goodbye
And left that afternoon

They took a shortcut through the wood
But time was running late
The minister was well and good
But not the kind to wait

A sign upon the church door said
"I won't be gone that long"
A sprinkler fed a flower bed
And played a Flower Drum Song

The minister returned that night
When all his guests were gone
He truly was a sorry sight
And passed out on the lawn

They spent the night with Bucky's dad
And called the church at noon
The minister was feeling bad
And said I'll see you soon

They had a happy wedding day
With cake and smoke-aroma
They said goodbye and drove away
For work in Oklahoma

They planned a real honeymoon
The South Pacific kind
But State Fair work was coming soon
And they were in a bind

Bucky cleaned the stables there
And did the nitty gritty
Barbie rode her favorite mare
The one that she called Pretty

The honeymoon this couple shared
Continues to this day
For no amount of love was spared
To help them on their way

Their marriage is a sweet love song
Or campfire melody
To keep them where they both belong
In love eternally.