A Maiden's Baggage
I loved a maiden all dressed in pure white
And I longed and dreamed of our wedding night
She was a beauty with baggage you see
But then at the time it meant naught to me
She had a condition of nerves they say
Stress made her chuckle then laugh straight away
But I had her bed on my mind and so
I ignored the warnings - much to my woe
The wedding night came and I looked ahead
To exchanging that white for something red
I swiftly undressed, cast off my buckle -
She looked me over, started to chuckle
Laughter was loud as I called it the end
My ego won't stand her baggage, my friend
2/6/2017
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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