The Wedding Nightmare

The air was sombre and dark

The atmosphere was thin

He was about to embark

On a mystery from within

 

For whom could it be? He thought

As he looked around the room

The voice he had sought

Had it come from the groom?

 

His face was pale,

His hands were shaking

He was searching for the truth

For who had spoke?

His voice was quaking

Was it the soon to be wife Ruth?

 

Father of the bride he tried to hide

His heart just wasn’t able

‘No’ was the word that he cried

The sound had hit the gable

 

For his daughter he did not want to marry

The groom that was in question

He would have accepted some Tom, Dick or Harry

Or any other except him

 

The priest stood back

As the father ascended

And stood in front of the pulpit

The groom was the one offended

 

The bride was mortified

The atmosphere was black

Silently she cried

Then did suddenly attack

 

Her father for he did this why

Is what she wanted to know

She was the apple of his eye

With tears her face did glow

 

He’s a drug dealer my dear

Did the father of the bride announce

For your life you should fear

That made the groom pounce

 

The father of the bride and the groom

Got into a little scuffle

The priest tried to separate them with a broom

What was the big kerfuffle?

 

No one knew about the groom

Except for the bride’s father

Shock filled the whole room

As they sat upon the alter

 

He did not like his son to be

Not one little bit

He wanted his daughter to be free

Free from that little git

 

For the father of the bride

He was on the police force

That all brushed aside

He demanded a divorce

 

The whole room was aghast

‘For sir I have not said’

The priest just looked and laughed

‘For you two I thee wed’

 

The whole room turned around

As a group of armed guards entered

The groom he got up from the ground

And his attention centred

 

Towards his bride to be

He looked at with such passion

The armed guards she could clearly see

And reached out for compassion

 

‘Stop and put your hands in the air’

One of the armed guards said

He didn’t think that this was fair

He felt blood trickle down his head

 

How could his future father in law

Do this on his wedding day?

It was the best opportunity he saw

To put that scumbag away

 

Slowly the weeks went by

Court days came and went

The bride to be no longer cried

To jail the groom was sent