Quite a do
we are at
string quartet
groom in top hat
pretty people
nice ‘n’ neat
wedding people
flash not sweet
Stunning bride
smiles sweetly
looks around
leaves discreetly
calls a friend
coz she’s a cheat
wedding people
flash not sweet
Top table
champagne flows
boring speeches
everyone knows
she’s up the duff
by a guy in Crete
wedding people
flash not sweet
Food arrives
on silver trays
decanted wine
that will amaze
she don’t care
she took his meat
wedding people
flash not sweet
The DJ starts
plays some hits
guys dancing
looking like tits
bridesmaid off hers
sweat in the heat
wedding people
flash not sweet
New husband
looks for his bride
she ain’t there
she’s gone to hide
with that guy
the one from Crete
wedding people
flash not sweet
Him from Crete
steps into the room
all chat stops to
look at the groom
but he don’t know
the guy from Crete
wedding people
flash not sweet
She’s mine says
the guy from Crete
what the f*** is this says
the groom on his feet
she’s got my kid says
the guy from Crete
wedding people
flash not sweet
They squared up
groom and Crete
bride on scene
white as a sheet
it’s true it’s true
sorry Pete
wedding people
flash not sweet
I love you though
is what Pete said
let’s go home
and go to bed
f*** that she said
I want Crete
wedding people
flash not sweet
Christopher Lloyd
A fitting toast to a match made in hell! The snappy rhythm of this poem is just perfect. Thanks, Chris!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed reading this, Chris. Definitely go down well in a crowded pub, but maybe not a wedding party, though! I'd love to hear you reading aloud. Thanks for posting this.
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