I (Inevitably) Did
I really didn't like her, but
her form was suffocating me!
Who'd doubt her beauty was well carved:
a man with sense enough to flee?
If so, such sense eluded me;
I promptly took her vacant hand
and donned my darkest nuptial suit,
surrendering to fate's demand.
My eyes grew pale, expression bland,
with nothing but her brittle smile
to keep my body bordered in
the destined vow I thought worthwhile.
And as we walked that scarlet aisle,
the people showered us with love:
some threw bewitching blood bouquets;
some shed their tears into their gloves.
Her father gave me but a shove
into her needy open arms.
And who was I to disregard
the key to my beloved's charms?
He knew that I could never harm
what grew from his paternal bark;
he too threw prickly patronage
with silver smile, tuxedo dark.
Some close companions left the park;
their sniffles so appropriate;
though, secretly, a few were glad
to know my life was finally set.
My kindred was uncertain, yet
they knew her beauty would go far,
and so they left me in her care,
forever their untimely scar.
I drove away with her; my car
felt cramped from silent air so ill.
It was too late to incremate
our bond: "part ye do death until."
I really didn't like her; still,
I lied in pulpous bed all snug;
she smothered me with watchful eyes,
and furnished me an endless hug.
Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2009
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