Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day ode

What will I dance
to at your wedding?
I didn’t learn to
foxtrot or waltz,
like my grandparents.
I will ask the DJ
if he has some oldies
and I will embarrass you
with the Birdie Song,
or Las Macarena,
or the Timewarp,
or Y.M.C.A.

If you’re really lucky
you’ll get to see me
play air guitar
to Smoke on the Water
or head bang
to Ace of Spades.
I might just chill,
and take a pill,
and raise my hands
to Voodoo Ray.

Or perhaps
I’ll just grab
your mother
by the scruff
and pogo
to The Pistols;
“Oh, we’re so pretty,
oh so pretty…”

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Black Eyed Peace

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Irish poet, who spent his early years in Belfast and now lives in Coleraine with his wife and 2 children. His first collection "Thomas" was published by Lapwing in 2005, and his second collection "Black Eyed Peace" has just been published. It is available as either a free eBook or in traditional printed format. His work has been widely published in magazines, anthologies, and on-line. His work has also been broadcast and published by the BBC and a number of his poems have achieved competition success. He has been involved with the Ballymoney Writers for over 15 years and has edited and published 3 collections of their work.
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Christopher D. Sims
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Beautiful poem @davidatkinson. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Lots of good images, and its entertaining.

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