drunken bride

findb

we were heading

for our wedding

and were sweating

clammily,

for to falter

at the altar

would insult her

family;

she suggested

that we rested

and ingested

our champagne,

and her noted

poise eroded–

she was loaded

once again!

in the aisle,

all a-smile,

she beguiled

all her clan,

but they dissed her

when she missed her

mark and kissed the

preacherman.

–photo by amazon

(orig. posted 9/17)