Saturday, August 22, 2009


She walks in beauty down the aisle,

The world encompassed by her smile,

Firmly clung to father's arm,

She effervesces joy and charm.

Bridesmaids aglow as summer days,

Guests brush joyful tears away,

When suddenly a sound rings out!

Could it be? There is no doubt!

A cell-phone call has interrupted,

This holy rite rudely disrupted.

The guests all turn to find the dink

Who to such boorish depths could sink.

At last the truth hits with a shock,

And all in total wonder gawk.

The unblushing bride has boldly plucked

The cell-phone in her bodice tucked.

Then is heard her voice so coy

Above Beethoven's Ode to Joy:

‘Hi! I'm glad to hear from you!

Show tonight? I'd really love to!

But for a while my schedule's tight.

Call again, say Friday night?'

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