Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. How could he ever refuse you?”“But-” I started to object again but Emma cut me off.“Great! That makes me feel so much better, guys!” Emma said, excited and clasping her hands together.“The dude-of-honor,” she said, continuing, “is going to have one additional job as well.” We both waited for her to finish. I dreaded what else I might be in for.“As you are both aware,” she said, “my parents are both deceased and I have no siblings. So, Aaron, as dude-of-honor (she was really getting into that. Evelyn had joined the other two while I had been gone. All three looked at me when I entered. Ok, I was a bit self-conscious."Marvelous! You look positively dashing!" Courtney exclaimed as I entered the breakfast room."Tom! How ever did you know to bring a riding costume?" Evelyn asked me."Well, I thought about it before coming to England. I wanted to do some riding while I was here, and so I procured the proper riding attire in case an opportunity presented itself," I answered her.John just.Read More
