ing

Ink drying,
Rings glinting,
Mouths smiling
If they are not kissing.

Fathers smiling,
Mothers crying,
Siblings vying,
Bridesmaids sighing.

The day is waning
The pastor is praying
That they will be staying Together.
Together...
Forever?

Ha, keep praying
You will just be delaying
The inevitable, cause he's laying
One, two or was it three
Of those same bridesmaids
Who be sighing.

Soon, one father will
Be roaring, the other
Will be sighing and
The mothers, once again,
Will be crying.

The siblings will be smiling,
And the bridesmaids?
They will be lurking,
While all the time
The pastor will be praying,
Saying they should forget
All that and stay together.

But all that
Goes out the window
When it comes out
That the pastor was laying
With not one
But both of the mothers.

Ink drying,
Rings selling,
Mouths frowning
If not scowling.