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Old Customs Pumped up with self importance She flounces just permed hair of yellow gold strands reflecting the new doo. Streams of chiffon, white, hide the virgin's bosom. Her face made up to perfection with nary an eyebrow out of place. Behind her, the man in the penguin suit alights sheepishly from a limo, appears be-dazzled by all the pomp just wanting to get it over with, say the vows, maybe get drunk, and then finally just get her into bed where he can do his manly duty and perform for the unseen multitudes. In the morning he hangs out the blood stained sheets to the adoring crowd who chant, applaud, and say in unison, Ah! Bravissimo, Bellisimo, and then go to their own homes, to their own rituals. |
Additional Notes:
This is a tradition, as I understand it, still practiced in rural areas of Italy and Greece.
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