by Bryon D. Howell

The preacher was a mule I do recall.
The maid of honor was the local cow.
the chapel was a smelly horse’s stall
Now it's too late, our love smells like fowl.
I was hellbent on marrying a shark.
Our vows were Mynas mimicking two fools.
today my wood's too limp to build an ark
Just like a predator you break the rules.
Our marriage is this zoo I now live in.
The flowers were adorned with killer bees.
Those festive tarps were not made of lambskin -
now I'm a dog infested with, his fleas.
You cheated, and with my best man at that.
What did you see in that tuxedo cat?

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