A French Saga Part IV : The Mairie

by Kirsten Jones   Oct 12, 2005


Once kith and kin had been greeted
We filed into the hall to be seated
And on my way in like you do on a flight
Clocked all signs should events turn to plight
While the happy couple took their place
Pens at the ready with names to trace

Registers signed, they were now man and wife
A bright future before them in a loving life
And while gleaning all warmth from the joyful glow
Noisy rumblings could be heard down below
So turning to you, I whispered in your ear
That I needed to leave, this was urgently clear

But, you said, could I not hold fast
As there was not much longer to last
At which moment, a loud burp let free
And before me, like the parting of the Red Sea
Guests obligingly allowed me through
As down the aisle, with wings I flew

Through the doors, and down the stairs I sped
Heading for toilets whose signs I had read
In the nick of time, as three floors later
Food re-emerged served by yesterday's waiter
Now I know picture painted is sure to disgust
But for personal reasons, this telling is a must

A little time later, I was met by your Aunty
Touching my arm to offer her sympathy
As with due concern, she asked if all was okay
So I reassured that I would last the day
And sprinkling with water to cool my red face
Ambled out to the crowd and the noontime haze

Amongst the large gathering within the square
Mingling guests congratulated the pair
But more was to come, as we drove our cars
Beeping horns, drawing stares from the bars
As we made our lively and jubilant way
To the second confirmation of the day.

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