The Flying Bride

A shotgun wedding was set by a lakeside

Groom was ready, where was the bride?

Spring flowers were blooming, bridallers had arrived

Wait was not over, missing was the bride.

Pastor was restless, he could not chide

Waiting for him were another groom and bride

Pointing at his watch, he asked the groom

Wait was not over, missing was the bride.

Hands were shaking, butterflies were flying inside

Carrying his child, nuptial stress she had not survived

Thin air separated the groom and the maid of honor

Wait was not over, missing was the bride.

Bosom friends they were, what she could not confide

Maid of honor she was, her anger was amplified

Showing more outrage than her was the groom’s father

Wait was not over, missing was the bride.

Sympathetic to his son, he simply sighed

His actions or inertia, everyone will deride

Bridal party was shaken, all but bride’s mother

Wait was not over, missing was the bride.

A request of her daughter, she had complied

Bemused faces all around, she was satisfied

A noise broke the silence, she was not surprised

Wait was almost over, flying was the bride.

A tiny plane grew larger, everyone cried,

The groom smiled, a scare he had survived

The plane glided, door opened, the guests were mesmerized

Wait was over, the beautiful bride had arrived.