The Bride of White Hair
The bride white of hair,
stooped over her chair,
her legs uncertain beneath her.
stooped over her chair,
her legs uncertain beneath her.
Across the church aisle,
with a big toothless smile,
the groom in his wheelchair came riding.
with a big toothless smile,
the groom in his wheelchair came riding.
Who is this couple to be wed?
You'll find if you closely explore it,
that this is that rare,
most conservative pair,
who waited till they could afford it.
that this is that rare,
most conservative pair,
who waited till they could afford it.
2 comments:
I'm 98% certain that this wonderful poem was written by the late humorist Richard Armour.
Thanks for that insight.
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