A Poem by Anonymous

The knot was tied; the pair were wed,
And then the smiling bridegroom said
Unto the preacher, “Shall I pay
To you the usual fee today.
Or would you have me wait a year
And give you then a hundred clear,
If I should find the marriage state
As happy as I estimate?”
The preacher lost no time in thought,
To his reply no study brought,
There were no wrinkles on his brow:
Said he, “I’ll take three dollars now.”