by Barbara Ann Bishop
Sunday, January 13, 2002
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A marriage one day I decided to make,
Along with all the compromises it would take.
Did I even know what I would be getting?
So it is with fear that I go to the fitting.
Give me something borrowed and something new,
My last few days of freedom will be few.
You mean the dress I wear must be white?
Then a vampire I msut be, Oh what a fright!
It dawned on me to ask how scared was the groom?
When all I hear is laughter that fills the room.
They told me what I was feeling was cold feet,
To them the whole episode is quite neat.
They now get the chance to rekindle the flame,
And this chance to rekindle, I can not blame.
The wedding march music begins to fill the room,
As slowly I go forward to meet my groom.
The legs that I walk on seem to be rubber,
As I repeat teh vows, I know I did blubber.
A marriage this day I decided to make,
All I can think is, where is the cake?