“I want to have a small wedding.”
“Good,” Dad said…”That’s all you’re getting.”
He went online and found a venue,
Picked the flowers and chose the menu.
His budget was now getting slim
He asked Aunt Sue to sing the hymn.
Who would play, “Here comes the bride?”
(The wedding was to be outside.)
He had to buy a wedding dress.
Where could he find her one for less?
Finally, all the plans were made.
The date was set, the bills were paid.
“Daughter, all you have to do is show!
Just say your vows. You’re good to go!”
She said, “I don’t think you understand.
I still have to find a man.”
Snapped this picture while walking with a friend. It needed a story.
If you’re interested in this venue, please call,
nine-nine-nine…nine-nine-nine-nine.
(Butt can is extra.)
I hope it is for spent cigarettes!!!
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Hahaha! Yes cigs!
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