For Mark and Marge's Marriage

I went to get your wedding gift -
Some small thing, easy to shoplift -
And now must ask you for the bail
To free me from Geneva jail;
Although my office and apt.
Can't compare with this compartment;
But still, it's lonely in my cell -
One can't play tennis solo well -
And though the swimming pool's of gold,
The Evian's simply much too cold.
Struggling with this Medoc's cork
I think of you two in N.Y. -
On the Statue of Liberty barge,
Mark turning green beside smiling Marge,
(It's interesting that "liberty"
Should [in English] rhyme with "free"
[On the subject - just a few mille francs
Would buy you my eternal thanks])
Breathing that Manhattan air,
Jumping over bums with care,
Wandering into quaint Times Square,
Looking at amazing prices
Set on strange undreamed-of vices.

I think of you with melancholy,
Recalling all my circle's folly -
Dave Wagner thought to write a page
With stats about your marriage -
The server'd say, "Mark/Marge day n";
This seemed misinterpretable; then
David Saltzberg said, "How 'bout
A heart-shaped waffle iron?" 
Prosaically - we voted it down;
Then Mark M said, "Let's run to town
And go to every single store -
Or to Paris, if we need some more -
And check out all the stuff they've got -
We'll find them something cool and hot."
But we were much too tired and bored
And what would you want that we could afford?
That's when my brain filled up with light
And led me here to pass the night
(At least, hint hint) and think of how
Your joy'd contrast with my grief now
(I'd go on, but no doubt I'd bore you)
Except that I'm more happy for you.
Best wishes from Geneva jail
As into married life you sail.
May your life together be seldom sad
And make us cynics all look bad.

                        - Philip