RHYME Poem: A Lovely Day in June, by Bett Willett

Oh God, how damned polite we are,
the family’s gathered here,
my father and his wife and kids,
his, hers and theirs to cheer.
My wedding day planned for so long
has come, we’ll celebrate
if we can last the day without
mom bashing in dad’s pate.
Dad’s rug-rats are uncivilized,
one stomped on Mom’s new shoe,
she tripped the brat into the cake,
wife 2 said she would sue.
Mom’s “friend” rushed up and tried to help,
he thought he’d calm things down,
but Dad misunderstood and wham,
he decked the pompous clown.
Mom’s kith and kin began to punch
on Dad’s related crew,
Dad’s side stood firm and held their own,
what else were they to do?
My groom and I took in the scene,
we knew there was no hope,
we changed our clothes and called a cab,
solution: Lets elope!

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