Open To Suggestion
Open to suggestion I’ve always been
Single gals were called as I sipped sloe gin
Roses wilting in the heat
Why did they land at MY feet?
Catching the bridal bouquet did me in
The garter was tossed high into the air
A swarm of men scrambled, I eyed the stairs
I said, “Keep an open mind”
The catcher was twenty-five!
Despite my age, he proposed then and there
He slid the garter quite far up my thigh
I didn’t realize; the booze made me high
Sloe gin I’ll ne’er touch again
‘Cause I forgot to say, “When!”
And now I’m still getting calls from this guy
True story – caught the bouquet at my nephew’s wedding. My nephew’s YOUNG friend
caught the garter and proposed while my family broke out into laughter. I later gave it back
to him and told him that although “I’m Open to Suggestion,” I thought he deserved a
younger bride.
For Joe’s “In Other Words” contest.
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