You can blame this on Mad Kane:

New York says to gays “you may marry”
So now Tom is allowed to wed Harry
And one hears a curmudgeon
Say (in high dudgeon):
“I’m warning you now to be wary.”

“There’s no accounting for taste,”
he went on, “nor reason to marry in haste.
While you think you’ve found your true treasure
Repentance may come with your leisure.
Don’t let your life go to waste.”

But the two gents paid no mind
They’d grown a thick rind
to the naysayers and pols
full of strict protocols
Said they, “tis true, love is blind!”