with apologies to Lewis Carroll |
The Sun was shining in the sky, shining with all his might doing his very best to make the bride’s day warm and bright but thunderclouds had risen up and it was dark as night. The Bride was weeping sulkily because she thought the sun- flowers she’d chosen (just last week) looked gauche and way too young. “They clash with all the citrine gowns-- my color scheme’s undone.” Her mother couldn’t pause right now to hear her tale of woe for caterers had been and gone and no one seemed to know just why the wedding cake was short and wobbled to and fro. The fathers of the bride and groom found cameraman and priest who had found the unattendended food a lure (to say the least) with fountains tall of pink champagne to finish off their feast The Groom had spent his wedding eve out with the other fellows who bought him drinks and other things until he turned quite mellow unfortunately, now he matched his bride’s fine taste in yellow But now the guests had shuffled in the groomsmen in a queue and in a stately yellow row the bride’s attendants too and dry of eye, the bride appeared to finally say “I do” Yes, in the background, thunder roared inside the calm increased . . . until the Maid of Honor found she could not hold her peace. line count 40 |