Help Xxx
The first time I got married, it was a church affair.
And as all good grooms, I wanted it to go off with a certain flair.
Everything was ready that I could think of
Now all that remained was to share and profess our love.
The ceremony was beautiful and went off without a glitch
But I never expected my "Best Man's" prankish hitch.
It was at the reception when began my harassment
I would not know the why, but everyone had a comment.
"Don't worry", "It'll be okay", or "You won't need any" people would say
And I didn't understand, why some looked at me in such a strange way.
With a quizzical look on my face I was only perplexed
I didn't know just what comment, next to expect.
Finally, I asked one of my groomsmen being rather shy
If he knew what people meant, and perhaps the reason why.
"It's not you, you dummy, you just never knew...
The lengths to which we'd go, to embarass you."
I couldn't stand it anymore, these comments of chide
I excused myself politely, and looked for a corner to hide.
So off to a quiet place alone, my sore feet and I did go
I took my shoes off to rub them and finally did I know.
It seems that in my haste and hurry, my love to prove
I never even looked, at the bottom of my shoes.
There on the soles, which could only be seen in church when I knelt,
Were two letters on each painted in white...left shoe 'HE'...right shoe...'LP' .
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
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