My Uncle K is a funny guy. He posted this poem somewhere else on this site, but I thought it was hilarious and wanted to give it a place in the spotlight. So without further ado, I present for your reading enjoyment...
OWED TO A WEDDING PLANNER
by K. Gordon
He thought, "When I propose, under moonlight with rose
That his greatest anxiety t'was shedding.
Felt all safe and secured, parent's blessing procured
Why's the gent still all pent up and dreading?
He and his bride-to-be, writing lists A to Z
Can't resist, gist is, lists keep on spreading.
Is the honeymoon done even 'fore it's begun
When it comes down to planning the wedding?
How many people can your folks invite?
How can we find the right venue?
Modern chic or antique, the gown ivory or white?
Chicken or beef on the menu?
Or a fish dish with knish could be simply delish
But should it be salmon or snapper?
A combo for mambo? Dixieland? Jazz Band?
Rock and Roll? Maybe Soul with a rapper?
Saturday evening in formal attire?
Sunday, an afternoon lunch?
A carriage that's horse-drawn or limo for hire?
White wine spritzers or pink champagne punch?
Three tiers of chocolate mousse and ganache?
A sheet cake with frosting vanilla?
It appears all this chasing the goose, well by gosh
For Pete's sake, it's exhausting the fella!
The best of advice
When the shoes and the rice
The love birds disturb and get down?
Remember that wedding is truly a verb
Wedding party's no more than a noun!