Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Trashing the Dress

The bride intends to trash her dress,
The why is anybody´s guess.
Apparently, today it´s hip
But I say - sweetheart, get a grip!

That gown is gorgeous, made of magic,
Harming it would just be tragic.
Swirls of fabric, sparkly belt,
Down the aisle, hearts did melt.

Think of all that time you spent
´Til, to you, ´twas evident
That this would be the one you´d wear,
A bridal gown beyond compare.

All those fittings, all that cost,
In one minute, will be lost.
Though you´ll never wear it hence,
Trashing it just makes no sense.

I beseech you, blushing bride,
Do not by this trend abide.
Wearing it brought so much joy,
Trashing it - I´ll just say Oy!

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Donna Jones July 8, 2013 at 6:49 PM Sounds like a silly custom to me...I know of many uses for the material alone if people don't want to wear the dress again...nice write Ilene

Robert Johnson July 7, 2013 at 3:13 PM I seen this somewhere on tv. Neither does it make much sense to me. A voice of reason is seldom heard. Why people do such things is just absurd.

Poet Destroyer A July 7, 2013 at 12:36 PM wow....

Andrea Dietrich July 6, 2013 at 2:15 PM hmmm, she could at least give it to the goodwill. I have no idea where mine disappeared to. It was so big on the bottom that it came with a hoop! Can't believe I was wearing a dress like from gone with the Wind in 1975. hahaha. Good poem, but what do you think of a woman just changing the dress and having it made into a more modern one!!