Trashing the Dress
The bride intends to trash her dress,
The why is anybody´s guess.
Apparently, today it´s hip
But I say - sweetheart, get a grip!
That gown is gorgeous, made of magic,
Harming it would just be tragic.
Swirls of fabric, sparkly belt,
Down the aisle, hearts did melt.
Think of all that time you spent
´Til, to you, ´twas evident
That this would be the one you´d wear,
A bridal gown beyond compare.
All those fittings, all that cost,
In one minute, will be lost.
Though you´ll never wear it hence,
Trashing it just makes no sense.
I beseech you, blushing bride,
Do not by this trend abide.
Wearing it brought so much joy,
Trashing it - I´ll just say Oy!
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