The day goes by with aches and pains.
And what a long day it can be.
This magical aura that haunts the corridors,
For a fear that it may not be in time.
Everybody laughs and also cries,
What is it that lies beneath this sacred ritual?;
The bride gets thinner, the groom awaits.
Mum turns red and uncle; sweaty?..
Children run around with full of might,
And suddenly where did all the space go?
With no idea of anything on the itinerary,
The slaves work all day like zombies- I should know!.
The house turns into paradise,
With a worrisome bar at the end.
The theme is green and pink,
Til’ death do they part.
A prayer gift from everyone’s sleeve,
A token of thanks in return.
Hand over her hand with grace and all is done,
The crude wedding bells that surround.
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