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Crashing the Party I took one last look at myself And grabbed a present from the shelf, Checked the clock to see the hour, Headed for a bridal shower. I knew that I was very late And when I reached the ornate gate, No parking places could be found. I dithered as I drove around And finally, a block away I found a spot my car could stay. I tripped along on three inch heels Slippery as banana peels. Went through the gate and up the walk, Listening to the buzz of talk That emanated from the place. I fixed a smile upon my face, Climbed to the porch, tripped on a mat And fell against the door, kersplat!! The door burst open and I flew Across the threshold, entry too, To sprawl full length upon the floor, Humiliated to the core! A voice said from the silent room: "Amelia Earhart, I presume?" Then giggles broke out everywhere And laughter that I had to share. Before I left the bride-to-be Said she would like a word with me. "You have an encore, I assume, But please don't mortify the groom. He's very nervous and quite shy, So take it easy on my guy!" We laughed and I went on my way, But I stayed home that wedding day! |
Additional Notes:
dither, is a state of agitation.
Amelia Earhart, for those of you too young to know......a famous woman pilot who disappeared in the Pacific many years ago, at the onset of World War ll.
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