Three years...

Once upon a time, long long ago (actually, just 3 years ago), there lived a guy who used to make fun of married people. Not any longer. He has become one of them. He has ended up washing dishes in his free time, instead of dashing wishes like he used to.

But he still manages to write a rhyme or two, once in a while.

Like this...

There was once a grumpy old bore
He's, umm, not so grumpy any more
Really? What changed him, you ask?
Explaining that, my dear, is no easy task
"Everything's changed, right to his core!"

You see, he met the girl of his dreams,
Evidently, Destiny had its own schemes
After making fun of married folks for long
Ribbing about their knees not being strong
Somehow, he turned into one of his own memes

Of course, he still maintains he is one of a kind
Free, stubborn, and following his own mind

"May I say something, dear", she chips in
All this talk is like some silly PR spin
Random declarations don't really cut ice
Relationships are all about rolling the dice
If you get lucky like me, you end up very happy
As if two rhythms merged into something snappy
Great things happen, when your tune syncs with mine
Everything looks bright, and everything has a shine!

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