An official piece of
Paper that binds Ibis and I together,
Otherwise known as a marriage certificate, has been
Sent to my parents, who will ship it
To Springfield, where a man in an
Ill-fitting suit will stamp it, declaring it
Legal per the Hague Convention, then send the
Letter back to me, so I can return to Immigration for the
Endless cycle that has become my visa application.
This was my favorite form of poetry in high school and I thought it very appropriate here. Here's a definition. Yes, it's very confusing to me, too.
*whistles The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round...*