The Cancelled Wedding comical poem 580 by Angela Lansbury

 Some people think that a wedding

Is such an im-poor-tant thing 

You need a year to change your mind

Brides, don't rush returning the ring

Jealous singles sigh, feeling need

Think the engaged lucky, indeed

'though many friends' dates' mouths to feed

Long wedding lists can look like greed

Pre-naptial contracts spring surprise

Fear defence aginst cheating, lies

Seems unfriendly in other's eyes

If both write rules, at least they tried

Then what happens if I don't sign?

Then worry stops. Joy's not doubled

What's yours is yours, what's mine is mine

Can we still remain a couple?

A cancelled wedding's bad, of course

Stay together, then there's no cost

But is it better than divorce?

If you part now, then all is lost

If you cancel the wedding and honeymoon

Guests cannot recover their costs so soon

Instead have an early vacation in June

A familiy reunion could be a boon

Best cancel sooner not later

I wish they'd settled weeks before

Nobody wants to make mistakes

Is this cause, result? Is there more?

Puzzled poor flower girl's asking, 'Where's aunty?

Will she be here for the big party?"

"Maybe postponed, 'til later this year

It'll it be the same, if replaced, my dear."

May these two get back together

Is this a bad sign, or a test?

Or else quickly find another

We hope all turns out for the best.

May the year end with joy, no tears

May this year end the perfect year

A perfect husband, a perfect wife

Both headed for a happy life.

***

I learned my parents' wedding stopped

For two days, just four days ahead

My widowed Dad said, (mum long dead)

Joined lifelong!  That lives in my head

-ends-

True story. I hope my grand-daughter gets to be a flower girl.

My parents wedding was cancelled because my father's mother warned him he'd always be second best if he married a widow. However, he cancelled the cancellation and they married during WW2.

Netta and Albert Lansbury, wedding. Photo coyright Angela Lansbury.

My parents' wartime wedding. My mother not wearing white. She was a widow, had lost her first husband who died in a plane over El Alamein.

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