This Is The Day

I need not a maid for the day is already made,
I'll have to maul my past just before getting to the mall,
I'm more of a Marc
And this is a mark of adulthood
Soon I'll marry just to Merry,
And all shows a mein of maturity hence ain't being mean.

I will be a miner soon for I'm no longer a minor,
And just like mist I'll be missed
I will equip with a missal and not a missile either
And I will change one from Misses to Mrs.

Later I'll need lead so that I might be led on my way,
I'll be lended lens for my eyes
I hope my wife turns not a liar and buys me the lyre,
Maybe she will loot to get me the lute.

I hope I'll remain strong and firm always,
So that I can plumb to get the plum
For it's better to be a lumber than have a broken lumbar.

I will use no prose for I'll be pro in speech,
And I will freeze many as I frees the wisdom,
Hence it will be my forte not just a fort.
And it's clear things have to be made right
And now this is the day.