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By B.K. Date: 2019 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2019.04.25.05.42.22248]] |
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Like the Blender of Love Lately my heat is on my sleeve I thought I had kicked Emotion to the curb Turned off all the knobs That could turn on the waterworks You all know moments Triggering hot blinding sentiment Well not me Until just lately I know there were some major Planet movements But this nonsense is making me mad Everything is tuning my fork To an emotional tone I just do not recognize myself I know my Son is getting married Yet they have been together For ten years almost Tying the knot or not This is a grand party to be And here I am Maudlin me Boxing with the tissue I am going to need a make up artist Following me around With a rag and bucket Mopping up the mascara What is it with the Mother of the Groom Their song to dance to Giving her only child away This should be sheer joy One woman at the UPS store told me Honey as soon as those nuptials Are all over and the party begins Is when you will stop crying Finally somebody understands this I have a long dress full of sequins Like crunchy peanut butter When you prefer smooth I ordered it online Did not see the word sequins Putting on glasses would probably help And it will be on a farm called Imagine Out in the middle of a meadow Imagine heels sinking in tulips Tripping down the isle in style So I got some cotton candy shoes So I can tiptoe through the wildflowers Dragging my crunchy dress All the critters will hear me coming And they keep telling me That the photographs will be for a lifetime A lifetime of bad mascara With wild cotton candy hair OMG after this I am going onstage Doing stand up wedding comedy About this kind of crazy Between the weather The stars and all the raw emotion They are trying to kill me I have ten days to get my act together I am either taking up hot goat yoga Or getting some great pot To make it through this madness Maybe some mellow mushrooms Probably just something to drink Then some wild dancing will do the trick You all please do me a favor Pray that this wild southern mama Can just make it past the nuptials bk the twenty second of april twenty nineteen... seven sixteen pm |