No siree, buddy! For what you're suggesting to me is one Hell of a crazy proposition!

Self-explanatory.

By Stanley Collymore

So you want me to marry you 

because you assume that 

our joint genes will very 

undoubtedly, in your so puerile fantasy, 

produce excellent and unquestionably 

literally desirably unblemished babies 

rather distinctly so physically and too 

psychologically both for them and us 

also, as their fortunate lucky parents. 

Personally I just really can’t think off 

hand of anything more astoundingly 

mindless as what you're undeniably 

distinctly rather seriously proposing 

I should quite soberly go along with. 

What do you really think I am; 

a Stepford wife broodmare, 

quite automatic breeding 

machine with no valued input from 

me, as to how my own body ought 

actually to, or even distinctively so

more importantly, surely shouldn’t 

be that involuntarily, delegated for 

such a ridiculous proposition? By 

all means chump be a noticeable 

replica of William Windsor if truly 

you idiotically want to and that is 

what actually, turns you on; but I 

solemnly promise you that you’ll 

essentially, have to do it without 

me I’m afraid; as I’m not or will I 

ever deliberately, or intelligently 

choose to be your sick affected

version, of one Kate Middleton! 

(C) Stanley V. Collymore

9 May 2023.

Author's Remarks:

The bloody cheek eh, of a distinctly Middle Ages, thoroughly undeniably, misogynistic mindset evidently fulsomely entertained in the 21^st Century!

Author's Note

As per previous works of mine