The church bells ring on a blue Saturday,
the caterer sets out cooked shrimp on ice,
bride and groom in the antechamber wait
somberly for DJ Stu, it was his advice
to make a grand entrance, they look so nice.
A bitter bridesmaid is two stiff drinks in,
on her phone a photo of a groomsman
a compromising picture with the bride,
should she forward it to mutual friends,
or take the high road, be kind, let it slide?