Tale of a Veiled Backside Bride

Sweaty palms, I stand suited, I stand firm,

Waiting for the church doors to turn, watching for my veiled bride,

Why has she not yet come inside?

The music on the piano starts playing – Pachelbel Canon in D Major,

Why is this song taking forever?

Doors creak open - everyone one turns to see her entrance,

But all we see is white running shoes in the distance.

Nothing but second thoughts made her turn and ran,

Dammit why was I such a fan?

Watching that beautiful sequenced bouncing backside,

Reminded me it was worth the ride…

She may be crazy yet I love her,

How am I going to recover?

And as I watched her beautiful ass get in,

I yelled out to the limo driver –

“Her favorite drink is lemon gin!”