WEDDING DAY HIKE

Whence the time had come, for the winding road to shine, (Orbiting in circles Jumping Hurdles Cyclonic sparkles) Like a diamonté sun, caught in the clearing of vertiginous fog, The brilliant bride adorned in light, her penguin-groom now in sight, (White gown swooshing Silky-soft soothing Ready for swooning) With tippy-top hat. But, she had to share through each smiling stare, The plight of the giant groundhog’s fate. Her wedding day, (Hog delightfully fat Furry creature at-bat Strange one to look at) Likewise determined by the shadow of the burrowing creature. His cast, long or short, nearer Winter or Spring? Would their bliss last? (A stranger crowd And mighty loud Mightn’t she disavow?) The circus ring, of freaky guests, part the way for the bridal party. Phil, like a vampire, shadowless, so the February-Spring bride cries, (Puxatawny straight Too little, too late Love would have to wait) Laugh, cries and flees on the groundhog as a runaway bride. Epilogue: This happens every year, Poor Tippy-Top fears, The pick of the litter Always gets the wedding day jitters. Aha moment…Valentine’s day Might be a better connubial date. Whirling twirling Sends hat spinning He might be winning Now where, to tell his intended, to take a hike…