HIT THE SKIDS

 

Glass to the brim,

The groom stood pale,

She heard him hiss,

Then heard the click.

The vault was shut,

The ring put back,

The tie was torn,

From 'round his neck.

‘Twas in his genes,

He had to run,

Shred the darn deal,

Run like the heck.

Lapse seen in time,

The bride quite sure

That he had left;

She thought he would.

She saw the arch,

The rose of white,

She would not wed,

No not this night.