That beautiful white dress,

With the long silk train,

Will sit in a closet,

For twenty-five years,

Until it’s given to a girl,

From a broken home,

Who will choose not to wear it.

That pretty bouquet of flowers,

Will wilt up and die,

Just like the love

That they thought would last forever.

The handsome best man,

And the stunning maid of honor,

Are going to drink too much,

Sleep together,

And be forced to get an abortion.

The honeymoon in Maui,

Will end in a week,

And will mark the beginning of

The worst ten years of their lives.

Here comes the bride.