Haste Turned To Waste
I tried to twist and turn it,
but no result so far i could see.
My ring is tight and aching,
my finger wants to be free.
i was happy on the day...
my ring slipped into my finger.
Topping my happiness was the rotten cake,
and the stinky glass of stinger.
Nothing wrong then i could see,
so happy than ever i could be.
I even felt like a princess....
Stop laughing! i know thats senseless.
I said 'I do' in a haste,
but didn't know all will turn into waste.
I knew i loved him like the star and the moon,
But didn't know i'll turn a dead duck soon.
Alas! all you ladies up there,
pull up your soxes, tighten your waist.
i know you would surely not want,
a 'Haste turned into Waste'.
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