My favorite cousin named Marge
is almost as big as a barge.
So one would assume,
not knowing the groom,
the guy would most likely be large.
But he was a small man named Tim
“As thin as a broom” describes him.
While Marge would guffaw,
Tim would watch her with awe
and just smile for he was so prim!
When the preacher addressed him and said,
“You may now kiss the bride,” Tim turned red,
for their lips could not meet.
With high heels on her feet,
Marge stood towering over his head.
She leaned down while Tim stood on his toes,
but for being in such a strange pose,
Marge then came toppling down
crushing Tim neath her gown
while the whole church erupted in “Ohhhhh’s.”
All was well, and thereafter, we ate;
then we planned next to dance until late.
But none could foresee
the small tragedy
that had us all leaving by eight!
Marge had tossed off her heels for a glide
on the dance floor, but when they both tried
to dance, Tim got snagged
by that dang gown and dragged
as his bride was beginning to slide. . .
Now shoeless, poor Marge could not stop.
Toward a table with candles on top,
they slid, and the groom
then set fire to the room
by landing with a belly flop.
Poor Tim by the candles got lit,
and we were all having a fit,
for the fire got spread fast
till the Best Man at last
got us all wet extinguishing it!
Inspired by the title of the movie: My Big Fat Greek Wedding
& : Joann Grisetti's "My Cousin's Wedding" Poetry contest
no doudt get out
stop beening along
go to rome
fine where you belong
go dance prance
go to the beach run
lay in the sun
HAVE SOME FUN
Rock and roll that's my play
Who wants to stay and sway
Don't care if you're footloose
Any music we'll dance and choose
Smiles; grooving fun that we'll display
Oh voluptuous maid
of the Utah green
on your bio soup
page with a doggie
all the metrical
as his bark
maid, was our dance,
St. Patrick was the
host to provide in
for all those who
© 03-18-2014, G.
( Poetic license:
S'il vous plaît:
Patrick" in French.
syllable is the
ultimate one. )
Some men dance hoping for a romance
Some men dance keeping fit of their pants
but the dance most obscene
is the dance made to glean
from your clothes a mad horde of fire ants
For John and Carolyn's Bug contest
This Pole Dancer she was with me
All other men must pay her fee
Still I must confess
My family’s stress
But Polish dance lessons aren’t free
When I was, the age of twenty.
My dancing was admired plenty.
Only one dance shoe,
worked magic for you.
Brown loafers with shiny penny
© Feb 2011 for SKats "Favorite shoe"Contest
It’s Saturday Night Fever, “Staying Alive”
Do not dare do the jive near beehive
His white trousers so tight
Nothing can see the light
My natural drive giving a ‘high five’
Who remembers this movie and the dance moves? And that hair on Trevolta! Close to the beehive hairdos that the women sported a few decades ago....lol
Inspired by Karen Anglesey's "Jive in a Beehive"...
A red ant crawled into my pants
It bit me where ants should not glance!
I was mad as a wet hen!
Oh! It hurt like the dickens!!
This new craze is called "Chicken Dance"
Juicy Lucy has a really big butt.
She dances nude down at the Rutting Hut.
Horny men stand in line
to kiss her huge behind.
Alcohol turns a man into a nut.