Another Wedding

It’s the second one of the year,

Which doubles the number

I’ve been to.

I make idle conversation

With people I’m never going

To see again.

A red-haired theater major

I almost offended

When I thought he was gay.

A short man with a brown beard

And tiny doll hands.

We huddle near the gazebo

Expressing our regrets

At being forced to attend

By our bridesmaid girlfriends,

But it’s fun to b***h

About the lack of booze.

The mom of the bride

Could do in a pinch,

But alas, not a drop of brown oil

To start sliding the gears

Into motion.

Old people talk about

Knowing them

When they were but knee high,

And how everyone always knew

They would end up together.

The middle aged

Adjust their own shackles

As they are just beginning to ache.

The young search out exits

Before the vultures swoop down.

I let out a sigh

When I realize

No one will be getting laid tonight.

 

 

 

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[MagicHearted Knight]

This was really good! I enjoyed this piece a lot and it gave me a good laugh.