|The Sun was shining in the sky,
shining with all his might
doing his very best to make
the bride’s day warm and bright
but thunderclouds had risen up
and it was dark as night.
The Bride was weeping sulkily
because she thought the sun-
flowers she’d chosen (just last week)
looked gauche and way too young.
“They clash with all the citrine gowns--
my color scheme’s undone.”
Her mother couldn’t pause right now
to hear her tale of woe
for caterers had been and gone
and no one seemed to know
just why the wedding cake was short
and wobbled to and fro.
The fathers of the bride and groom
found cameraman and priest
who had found the unattendended food
a lure (to say the least)
with fountains tall of pink champagne
to finish off their feast
The Groom had spent his wedding eve
out with the other fellows
who bought him drinks and other things
until he turned quite mellow
unfortunately, now he matched
his bride’s fine taste in yellow
But now the guests had shuffled in
the groomsmen in a queue
and in a stately yellow row
the bride’s attendants too
and dry of eye, the bride appeared
to finally say “I do”
Yes, in the background, thunder roared
inside the calm increased . . .
until the Maid of Honor found
she could not hold her peace.
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