i
our weddin\'
tweren\'t the kinda
whoop a la we expected---
ma gal had a bun
in the oven ready ta cum out
an her daddy said:
like his horse cart,
we was a gonna git hitched-
ii
a course our weddin\'
still comed off purdy well an all,
none a the
reletives cumplained
they was yippin\', cheerin\'
an a drinkin\' Bud Light,
her daddy was happier en
a hog at sloppin\' time-
iii
all the whilst holden
thet repeatin\' rifle an
tellin\' us ta smile fer the camera
we dun zactely liken he said
cuz he cuud shout the eye
outta a snake
a hundrid yards away
an he was but fore feet frum us
an we ain\'t turtles
we could\'na pulld our heads
in fasta a nuff-
iv
well ma nue bride
surely looked grate
in thet weddin\' goune i\'d bought
at the salivation army stoar---
glad she had shaved her back
an arm pits \'fore she dun
put thet thang on,
man her eyes shined
like the croam bumper
on ma pick up truck,
this hear true story is just
a small part
uv a bigger picture
years ta cum afta ,
our weddin\'~
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