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.

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