My dearest Kelly for whom I love. <br />Joined together in a chapel of doves. <br />A hot summer sun that surely did swell. <br />A suit and tie made it hotter than hell. <br /> <br />Watching you walk along the maiden aisle. <br />How I saw the preacher gently smile. <br />Could he have been looking at your gown? <br />Thinking of someone who let him down. <br /> <br />The services started and all seemed well. <br />Until we heard the name that sourly fell. <br />We are here today for celebration and fun. <br />Steven and Kelly are now joined as one. <br /> <br />Now, Kelly is a nice name, nice indeed. <br />But not as nice as the name in front of me. <br />I saw you look at the preacher’s lost face. <br />We all shouted for your saving grace. <br /> <br />A day to remember for a celebration in life. <br />That we were joined and you became my wife. <br />A preacher’s mistake not calling you Shelly. <br />Makes for late night fun and screaming O’Kelly! ! !<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-wife-kelly/
