Oy Gevalt - Ongepatchket Married Life!

Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison) found herself in the family way
  (with what would turn out to be the first of our two daughters - i do say
  determined and sealed the decision per our rolling in the figurative hay
  to wed said mother of thine deux female progeny on an agreed upon day!

Both of us happened to be older grown offspring at ten times thrice
  Or three plus decades to be generally precise our fate sealed no dice!

Said age difference approximately a year and a half between us two,
  and miserably living with parents, which o'er the years rancor grew!

I agreed to pledge my troth on the premise this writer
  (christened Matthew Harris) aka king o one scott the lighter
  found himself in the throes of becoming a potential mister mom
  per one dominant seminal striver a darwinian fighter!

Since neither of us took any precautions and thru caution to the wind
  the inevitable (i.e. a so called bun in the oven) nonetheless
  tasting supposed verboten fruits branded us as having sinned
  took us by surprise and got us necessarily biologically pinned!

Even though a decision to tie the gordian knot (more like a noose)
  per donning the role of future father tightened and n'er got loose
  an inner conflict jostled thine inner being
  against forming a legal wedded union - the deus!

Prior to taking that legal vow to be husband and wife
  until death doth us part before the justice of the peace
  (which building matter of fact, happens to be
  a hopper, skipper and jumper
  from where this seat experiences posterior strife
  because this gluteus maximus constitutes on bony arse
  as if being cut by a knife
  matrimonial bliss seemed like a pipe dream
  in subsequent years only to spiral into a maelstrom of some chaotic life!

In truth, the prospect to marry
  in general and aforementioned gal in particular
  hardly filled yours truly with giddy excitement
  but a decision this troubadour wished to defer and tarry!

Passive agreement to acquiesce by saying that necessary "I do"
  per impregnating the woman named above transpired until her belly grew
  swollen with eden liat thy current star student
  now sound asleep - counting sheep lined up in a queue
  yet lately this personal state of affairs I chronically rue
  and immerse myself in reminiscing about yesteryear
  and wonder why passivity elected as a way to escape
  utter aversion living with dad and (thy late) mom both in a boiling stew!

Predilection to play Russian roulette by avoiding any safe sexual mode
  i.e. contraceptives to avoid unplanned pregnancy
  shrugged off while spermatozoa adhered to reproductive code
  which absence to use birth control also arose
  as a natural propensity to procreate from natural urges that did goad!

Now, less joy de vivre doth prevail
  to remain monogamous and uphold strictures from this male
fidelity, integrity morality, et cetera buts ahead without fail
from rampant testosterone urge to become appeased, fulfilled, satiated      no matter this dozen plus year bride and groom blindly entered
  the unalterable sacred covenant whence sexual need now does ail!

After the birth of daughter numero dos did arrive
  the preponderance of physical gratification
  took a kamikaze dose dive!