The bride gave the answer: "I do!
he's lovable, handsome and true!"
and the flower girl cried: "I do too!"
The bride looked astounding in white
the best man was sad and contrite,
"Please don't think the worst
she slept in my bedroom last night!"
A terrible grimace of doom
was there on the face of the groom
"I'm feeling quite miffed,
she gave me a mop and a broom!"
The preacher said: "Gentlemen, please -
there's no need to get on your knees,"
not to tangle with doom -
we all know she has a disease!"
The bridegroom was hanging his head,
he looked like he wished he was dead,
he's drunk seven bottles of red!"
The church was abuzz with the news,
the wedding was off - no "I do's"
with the lady who cleans all the loos!
His trousers were covered in dust,
the wedding ring pitted with rust,
"Do you, Beth, take Darryl
with lock, stock and barrel?"
the bride answered slow: "If I must!"
The bride was in lemon and cream,
she walked down the aisle in a dream,
she married the whole football team!
The speeches were tawdry and stilted,
the flowers all wispy and wilted,
the day had been wrecked,
the tear-stained young bride had been jilted!
Old Great-Auntie Agatha sniffed:
"I'll bet she divorces him swift!
and he threw up all over my gift!"
She wore something borrowed and blue,
her shoes were all shiny and new,
She laughed and said: "Silly, that's you!"
He fetched in his horse, Buttercup,
the bride said as he saddled up:
He looked at her - yelled: "Giddyap!"