Wedding Woes

The bride and the groom

Caught me smoking in the bathroom.

Upon me, fell an air of doom.

"Your mother summons you to her room."

I could already imagine her fume.

Up floated the sound of the wedding tune.

Scurrying out, I tripped over a spoon.

"Fix your hair, you look like a goon!"

Called out my sister-in-loon.

Out there, dodging my aunt's swoon,

I hid behind a giant loom,

which was a gift for my brother, the groom.

Suddenly, I heard someone croon,

It was my cousin with her baby boon.

The hall was getting crowded soon,

With all too familiar faces and names none.

Spying a door, I swept out of the ballroom.

The staircase felt like steps on a dune

And the floorboards seemed to groan.

My heart felt like a thumping balloon.

Hoping not to be found too soon,

I stepped outside into the gloom.

From the skies, smiled the moon.

As I lit up and got enveloped in fumes,

It didn't seem half as bad as the bathroom.