[ WP ] Names are bought and sold .

I spied her from a way away, 
 
 And knew that I'd be hers, 
 
 A girl, nay lady, with bright blue eyes, 
 
 And blonde hair that fell in curls. 
 
 
 Our eyes met across the shop floor, 
 
 
 A smile gently curves her lips, 
 
 I moved to her, kissed her hand, 
 
 Said she:'my name is Boris.' 
 
 
 
 I replied'my name is Jonathan.' 
 
 She gaped, irreverant. 
 
'I'll find a better name for you,' I said, 
 
 And set out on a hunt. 
 
 
 
 All around the Name Shop floor, 
 
 Were names from Times Gone By, 
 
 Hercules, Arthur Bellatricia and Pat; 
 
 None that Boris like, nor I. 
 
 
 
 Then we spotted upon a dusty shelf, 
 
 A name with a faded price tag, 
 
 Perfect for my lady and me, 
 
 Bought, wrapped and in a plastic bag. 
 
 
 
 A white gown and a flurry of confetti, 
 
 My bride and I stood on a hill, 
 
'Do you take, to be your wife' 
 
 Said the Vicar,'the lovely Bill?'
