a study toward sonnet #1,166 by FisherKingKQJ
One of my dainty bridesmaids split a seam
On her dress, caused by her failed, drastic diet;
My mother in law mummed enraged disquiet
Her cardigan lent to her, kept our dream.
My veil up, he then voiced I do with a beam,
I was so famished, thought that I'd fry yet,
The whole charade one dazzling, dizzy bet,
He shouldered weak kneed me, worked us the team.
Size twelve in life, I'd advance booked size eight
For real love - love of kids and kids of kids-
Their photos of me shot at perfect weight,
Regardless of blunt wedded bliss or skids.
I'm back to size twelve which is truly neat
My photos speak me slim, white as a sheet.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 neat
o $10,000,000 ordered
o $10,000,000 set
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