The Bride

It’s twilight in the city
But my heart is beating fast,
I’m waiting at the alter
To meet my English Lass.

I take her in my arms,
And kiss her icy nose,
Then we dance across the ball room
Me and twinkle toes.

The crowd all stands a cheering
They can not believe their eyes.
Across the sea from Texas,
The cowboy won the prize.

The brides’ eyes were twinkling
And I handed her a broom.
The party now was over,
She had to clean the room.

With her green eyes flashing
She gave me a dirty look,
I smiled and pinched her bottom
And said, “check that chapter of the book”.

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Texan drawl meets cockney… start of new life…, Vroom vroom.., the wedding is over now hand me the broom. Wonderful and funny.

ammu sachariah
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interesting one. I was imagining that scene while going through the lines.

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