Oh-oh, here comes a fiasco,
I can see it in my dreams.
High heels, puffy dress,
make-up, lipstick, curls,
earrings and pearls.
Let me get out of here!
I want to marry you,
where it's only me and you.
No invited guests
or family.
Just you and me,
'cause that's all we'll ever be...
Jacqui Broad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-comes-the-bride-2/
