A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To My Wedding

The countdown on the calendar began the moment he proposed, The wedding planning began the minute I met him, I desperately wanted this milestone to be remembered even after we are decomposed. I cannot count all the catalogues I made him skim. Everything had to be absolutely perfect to ensure a magical night. The mesmerizing dazzling decorations stole the show, all the necessities were coming along just right. The delectable vanilla cake we chose was as light as fresh snow. I gracefully plopped into the limo on that gorgeous summer day, slam went the door along with my dignity and sanity. I looked down at my dress in complete horror and brutal dismay, my wedding was ruined and the words that came out of my mouth were a shameful profanity. I yelled and desperately pleaded for the limo driver to stop, I burst into tears creating tracks of mascara down my flushed face. The limo driver did not bat an eye because he was too busy listening to his stereo of pop. Overwhelmed with disappointment and worries my heart began to race. Determined to regain control of the dreadful situation I began to tug, I yanked the delicate fabric as hard as I possibly could. This ghastly dilemma was almost impossible to just sweep under a rug but I decided to fix my makeup and enjoy the night like I should. I pulled out my pocket mirror and mascara and got to work, I decided the best thing to do was put on a smile. I guess the dress is sexier shorter I thought with a smirk, I felt more beautiful than ever as I walked down the aisle. July 13, 2018 A funny thing happened on the way to... Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert Haigh 7th Place