Sybil Bruncheon's "People In Poetry!"... A Wedding Day...
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Mimsy knelt at her sister’s feet, so proud and glad, you see.
For Myra was to be a bride, and married off to Lee.
“The eldest daughter leads the way”, their Mother sagely said.
“No other girl may marry till the oldest girl has wed.”
While Mimsy knelt, dear Flora Sue kissed Myra on the cheek.
Not yet her chance to run away, a honeymoon to seek.
She had her eyes on Carlton Drubb, an up and coming Clerk,
Whose Father owned a notions shop and forced him there to work.
And Stacy Sue, there on the right, tried on her sister’s veil.
The youngest of the Fernley girls, her fancies didn’t fail.
She dreamt of Princes, Shahs, and Kings, or maybe just a duke.
She’d even settle for a judge wearing a high peruke.
But Mimsy, Flora, ‘n’ Stacy Sue, just didn’t seem to note
That Myra sat in her bridal gown, her thoughts all so remote.
Her feverish brain was filled with fears and riddled through with dread.
A week of nightly terrors that concerned her marriage bed.
To tell the truth, our Bride-to-be had never played the bride
In childhood games with other girls, she even sometimes cried!
And kissing boys behind the barn had nearly made her sick.
Their rough and stupid manners, their intellects so thick!
Now here she was, a grown-up girl, compelled to play the game.
The game that every woman knows or else to live in shame.
Be a wife, and be polite. Eventually bear a child.
And cook and clean and bake a cake… Or always be reviled.
So Myra stared now straight ahead, to a dreary, weary life.
Of baby showers and diaper dirt as Lee’s so pretty wife.
But walking in right through the door was her school chum Clara-Ann!
Their eyes did meet, they shared a kiss, and off the two girls ran!
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