Wedding

Wedding

Two of my friends recently got engaged. In my excitement, I spewed out this poem.

Wedding

The groom in black, he looked disarming
Standing in the narrow aisle
Bluebirds tweeted ‘Ain’t he charming?’
Mouth bent up in half a smile

The bride in white, she looked enchanting
Dress train trailing ‘cross the floor
Bluebirds in the rafters chanting
‘She’s a beauty, that’s for sure’

She reached the front and they joined hands
With only moments left unwed
The bluebirds swept down o’er the stands
And pooped on everybody’s heads

Don't look at me! It's bad luck!

Don’t look at me! It’s bad luck!

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