A poem.

T’was  the week before the wedding

And all through the place,

Not one was brave enough

 To say no to brides mom’s face !

So brides dad hopped in his old tractor

down the driveway boy he flew,

But only to get away from her gun

That one that dripped really hot glue

And even the poor pretty bride,

 with her strong exgymnast’s hands,

Was put to nasty hard work,

to get rid of a faulty stand.

She sawed and she sawed at this big glass card cage

but only to her dismay,

Sawing hard metal with soft metal

 lengthened her already long day!!

But meanwhile upstairs 

there rose such a clatter

The glue Gun! The spray CAN

Was all that really mattered!!

And soon very soon

The nicest stuff started to appear,

It was like magic,

it could be a new career!

But the bride would have noticed

If she wasn’t so sad,

 that stupid *&#$ darn metal glass stand,

was now making her pretty mad!

But fer real the brides mom didn’t notice

instead she brought out brush & can,

She stained 110 pieces,

the handles of the program paddle fans!

And then those poor animals,

were surely not getting any rest,

As everyone was still working

24/7 through this whole entire mess!

And even those lil' rattlesnakes

that slept in the long driveway

Were not even once spared

during those daily store runs each day...

Sooooooo,

 will it be worth it?

Will it not rain?

Will it be wonderful?

And without all this pain?

So Merry Wedding to all and to all Please stay tuned!

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