The Bride

Sunday, July 30, 2017
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The bridecake shone
In the tropical sun
As she wound and spun
In the wedding gown
Her body wiggled in the piece of silk
Her features could almost leak
This one should be her happy day
How many times is a woman wedded anyway
Lucky she hadn't grown grey

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The Groom smiled with pride
He felt stronger inside
His soul could swim and glide
He was about to marry a virgin
He'd be the first to taste the gin
Just wait till honeymoon
He'd make her turn maroon

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The Priest was bleeding inside
The Laud be his guide
He recalled the pleading
The wailing and sobbing
The tossing and tumbling
At the confessional
Why had he accepted this call
Anyway, who was he to judge
His was to merge

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But had the Groom been his son
This wedding wouldn't be done
A piranha behind a net
This was beyond thought
The bachelors in the chapel smiled
They knew she was wild
Only one didn't know
Whose lips had begun to glow
Waiting to kiss
To hit a miss

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The bridesmaid wanted to cry
She knew the well must be dry
"Our daughter has gone to London
Read and dined with white women
She can speak with her nose
She can drive a horse
Fifty mature cows would be ideal
We accept no other deal!"
She's almost choked with laughter
That the Bride was also a daughter!

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He was marrying for the village
Had he time for espionage
He'd have thought before leaping
He'd see the danger peeping
He'd see the dark corner
And know he's just a gleaner
That he wasn't reaping
He was only gleaning

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"... no objection,
I declare these two whor... wife and Man!
You may kil.. Kiss the bitc... Bride!!!"

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