I conducted a wedding in a hospital room during a fire drill. What an experience!!!

The wedding chapel was a hospital room.
The patient related to bride and groom.
The hospital gown became a tux
which didn’t cost a lot of big bucks.
The music was from the fire alarm drill
which rang in our ears so high and so shrill.
The flashing strobe lights became the candle
which we did our very best handle.
The words of the service were slowly read.
Hands were held and the “I do” was said.
The rings were exchanged and the license signed
as these two lives were becoming entwined.

On that same day – all over the large town
brides were decked out in a fancy white gown.
Churches were decorated to the hilt
and someone probably was feeling guilt.
People were watching each word they said
as they searched for insincere words instead.
Photographers were the stars of the show
as their assistants straightened the bride’s bow.
Everything was done so very sedate
and the groom didn’t get to see his mate
until she walked with her dad down the aisle
with a veil to cover all of her smile.

Having presided on both sides I’ll say
they both can give us a wonderful day.
That hospital room was really more sweet
and it’s simplicity was such a treat.
And when all was over and the last word said
those in the hospital were just as wed.
They experienced just as much bliss
when they shared that priceless marital kiss.