Revised sonnet #1608
I dreamt you near the altar dodged in doze
Unsound of mind awoke a minute late
The feelings funny flooded any rate
I nearly caved in fodder fed to foes
A marriage licence hints at ways to close
Out stroppy suitors from the chapel gate
In league in laws those who just ennervate
And cosy couples beyond immediate woes
I fear your faithful face fit under veil
Those blinking big eyes surely stare in space
As pretty girls evolve through food and grace
In darker locks and deeper features hale
The best man made me mull it couldnt stop
That wedding was one minute from a flop
Chorus stop end halt