Fluff and foof,
Foam and poof.
Through the roof:
Shopping.
White or gray?
Peach or Monet?
Pay and pay:
Shopping.
We’ve got a year
To pick the dress
We’ve seen the glory
And the mess.
Dad’s in the car
Waiting for the yes
That brings the end
Of shopping.
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I sit in a dark room, combing my hair.
I apply shadows to my eyes.
I wear a gown of vermillion, and sip the air
As to my feet I rise.
My nails are as red as an infants blood,
And tear drops dot the room.
I gaze at myself in the mirror.
My God, I’m a sexy groom.
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