This was just a parody idea from a mistake I made in a different poem, where I made it sound like someone was marrying a castle.
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She emerged, newly married to her beautiful home,
ignoring the bemused stares of their wedding guests.
The vicar, under pain of death, had stuttered
through the ceremony, joining a girl and
building in holy matrimony, till death do them part.
Many pondered what death would mean for a building
but didn’t utter their thoughts aloud.
Scribbled Thoughts 