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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Without a doubt my second happiest day was when I 'fairly' caught the wedding bouquet I used a sneaky play, but I'd waited so long that desperate ploys could no longer be wrong The story of my life was failed campaigns despite training hard and using my brains Not wanting any strains I'd leave nothing to chance Tom Cruise in tights couldn't have got me to dance I'd limber up and always picture success and study the opposition like pieces of chess but I'd be a mess when beaten each time and worry about getting past my prime At my first ‘bouquet’, experience and height were the two factors that carried the night but I was all right - I was young at thirteen and the loss made me more hungry and mean The next attempt brought pain and humiliation – sweet success was dashed by disqualification I had no invitation, but there are no rules At least it seems that way, the way the blood spills My confidence ebbed to an all-time low but I soon bounced back like a seasoned pro I again caught the boq, but thought they were jesting when they said I'd failed the steroid testing It was very hard my three year suspension My come-back efforts I hardly need mention I felt the tension and had sweaty palms and resorted to using adhesive balms It wasn't until the day I donned the gloves I was confident above the push and shoves but flying's for doves, certainly not for me because I became prone to injury Thirty nine years old against youngsters with flair I was going to win whether foul or fair People would stare and say I was finished but at least my guile hadn't diminished Just winning was no longer enough I was so weary as the sport was so rough When sure I wouldn’t muff my next opportunity I had to secure my financial security I gave the bookies all of my cash and bet it all on my last dash The bride was Steroid Sash - my closest friend As she raised the bouquet, I squealed, "hard far end" I caught it and won the appeal It was adjudged a legitimate squeal The feeling was unreal and anticipation high Now all I needed was to meet a nice guy. That's another story! (See Chapter 2, Courting Woes) From David’s book Poems for Wedding Receptions & Poems Definitely NOT for Wedding Receptions! with over 30 poems
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