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The gruesome gray wedding gown has been posed in this Lawrence store window for years. I grimace every time I walk past. There’s just something about it that makes my teeth hurt – maybe it reminds me of chewing on aluminum foil.
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It’s a gruesome grey wedding gown
Displayed in a window downtown
To passers by thoughts it brings
Of why one might wear that thing
A dismal life together
This vignette doth foretell
A warning to haphazard couples
Your world may not be swell
But then the gown was soon sold
To a woman who was so bold
As to wear it out on the street
It created some kind of a riot
But now things are again quiet
It’s not something she should repeat
The grey gown gone
Off the rack
Refresh the inventory
The discerning client
Can’t be known
But boy, it’s quite a story
Maybe now is the time
To cease these rhymes
And let the gown be forgotten
For as fun as it was
Maybe even a buzz
My lines were awful or rotten.
You are right, Ray
I shall obey
This foray is making me twitch
It is perfectly clear we’ll never get rich
Working for laureate’s pay
And so, dear readers, here ends the “saga” of the grey gown. No more words. And whatever thoughts that may arise will be perhaps overcome by the cold winter wind, which will blow them on down the street of dreams, never to see the printed page.
~ THE END ~
except for the applause from the audience