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…
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Kim Rodrigues
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