
we were heading
to our wedding
and were sweating
clammily
for to falter
at the altar
would insult her
family
she suggested
that we rested
and ingested
our champagne
while her noted
poise eroded
she was loaded
once again
in the aisle
all a-smile
she beguiled
all her clan
but they dissed her
when she missed her
mark and kissed the
preacher man
I read this with the good ol’ Scandanavian accent in my head and loved every word!
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