Gotten the Blame

Gotten the Blame To be married was a bright bride and groom Whose service would surely seal their doom After some beautiful flowers would bloom Right in a cemetery in front of a tomb. They had many great times in the past And always wanted their love long to last But now flag was found flying at half-mast Their lives yesterday would be the last. Up high in heaven angels started to sing While all there were enjoying everything Yet, something they had forgotten to bring A small single piece of a short string. Was one she so sweetly wore around her neck And after she did die in such a terrific wreck After drinking satisfying beer made by Beck While I wondered how hard a hen could peck. We know when you give up will lose the game And what to me happened was exactly the same We had left behind all of our fortune and fame Sure enough it was I who had gotten the blame. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran