They looked askance

But kept their loathing deep inside

They looked askance

We kissed then waltzed the bridal dance

They saw your tears begin to slide

A drunken groom, a poor young bride

They looked askance

They turned to leave

I puked champagne upon my suit

They turned to leave

The bridesmaid wiped some from her sleeve

I laughed and threw a piece of fruit

With comments such as “Bum” and “Brute”

They turned to leave

Our Wedding Day

Intoned the vows, a chorus line

Our Wedding Day

I farted, heard your Mother say:

“Don’t let him have another wine”

I lifted her a finger sign

Our Wedding Day

I punched the Priest

He tried to take my drink away

I punched the Priest

Your brother called me “mongrel beast”

The best man jumped into the fray

As he got down on knees to pray

I punched the Priest

I’ll rot in jail

I shall appeal this rap of course

I’ll rot in jail

The judge looked once then said, "No Bail"

Tomorrow I may feel remorse

Our wedding night, a quick divorce

I’ll rot in jail