For Men About To Propose

He sought to make that nervous plea,
But inside he felt so hollow,

He then got down upon one knee,
As you married men can follow,

His brow-sweat salty as the Sea,
His nerves awash did wallow,

The question he put patiently,
In prose that he did borrow,

Was missionary or dogg-ee?
And do you spit or swallow?