Something Blue
The dress hangs ready, lingerie unpacked
Her hair in rollers nails freshly painted
The full English cooked breakfast lays untouched
Tense times as girls are dressed, clothes packed away
Her stays pulled tight, white stockings well fastened
The fine blue silk gown slipped on, exciting
Photographers here now, the days begun
Camera clicks, girls giggle, nerves building
Where’s the carriage, I need a wee. what now?
There it is now, white horses how lovely
Come on all climb aboard, sit down Rosie
Trit trot trit trot, it is not too far now
There she is there 's the ship tall and handsome
Empty stomach churning, I don't know why
Jamie waiting fetching yet embarrassed
All climb down and smile for the camera
Her bonnet fastened, the gown smothered down
Rosie stroking ponies with white gloves, no!
Flowers carried, Henry's crying but why
Carefully walk up the gangway, mind your head
Holding Jamie's arm, Susan wipes a tear
The music starts up, we begin to walk
The great doors swing open our guests waiting
Andy stands so handsome by the window
We smile at each other my veil lifted
Our guests are welcomed no going back now
Any objections a hand shoots up, Who?
Oh it’s Henry, weddings make him cry
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Caroline