We're Getting Married!

In merry old May of twenty-two, A curious date was set for two. Harry showed up, cool and spry— Then meowed aloud (don’t ask him why). Jodie laughed, her heart took flight, For oddball charm felt just so right. One date led to a whirlwind ride, With cider cheers and Guinness pride. By May '23, with boxes stacked, Jodie moved in—no turning back. In Bristol they built their cozy lair, With love (and hair in the sink) to spare. They roamed through Spain—¡Hola, amor! Barcelona’s tapas? They asked for more. To Portugal next, where sunsets gleam, And Turkey served that döner dream. Then came Lisbon in summer's heat, Harry knelt down—Jodie skipped a beat. She said “Yes!” with joy and grace, While tourists clapped all over the place. In Rome they strolled with gelato delight, Whispered "Ti amo" under soft moonlight. Norway brought fjords and snow-kissed flair, A caravan in Croyde? They were halfway there! And now with a date, so save it true— May 2026, they’ll say "I do!" At The Kingscote Barn, where love will gleam, In Cotswold’s hills, like a dreamer's dream. So raise your pint and cider glass, To a love that’s bold, with plenty of sass. From a meow to a vow, it's quite the ride— Harry and Jodie, groom and bride.