‘Twas the night b4 marriage…

… And all thru the State, one question kept nagging; ‘Should I have a Mate?’ hmnmm?

The Stockings were strewn, along the balcony with decorative care, in hopes that 4 out of 7 justices would always be there (but not looking in)

The children were nestled all snug in a ’spoon’, whilest dreaming of saying, ‘I do’, tomorrow at noon.

With the “Sisters” in their Habits, and I in my nest, we had all just settled in, for a long-overdue rest

When along the City Hall Plaza, there arose such clatter, I jumped from the steps to see what ‘ ’twas the matter’

for it ’twas Fred Phelps with a Bible, and all his “men”, clangging all about the place, making such a great ‘din’

with a big frowning face, and nothing to sow,  we could see just how big, their voices couldn’t grow

And, behind them flying low, and with a much greater stake, was a state-owned small jet, with 7 justices… and a cake!

With a big over-pumped driver who’s wife is a Kennedy, we should all probably thank her, she could have been the remedy…

“Now Moreno, now Kennard,

now Mickle-Wedreger…

on Chin, on Baxter, on cheif justice George, on Corrigan (sorry, couldn’t rhyme them!)…

to the top of the jet-stream, and on to DC,

we’re on our way, to wait for 9 justices to see,

for precedents such as this, no one can deny,

there will be one day, we all can fly high.”

… and he exclaimed, very broadly, as they flew out of sight,

“I’ll no longer stand in the way, and we’ll all have a good night!!!”