The bride intends to trash her dress;
The why is anybody´s guess.
Apparently, today it´s hip
But I say - sweetheart, get a grip!
That gown is gorgeous, made of magic;
Harming it would just be tragic.
Swirls of fabric, sparkly belt;
Down the aisles, hearts did melt.
Think of all that time you spent
´Til, to you, ´twas evident
That this would be the one you´d wear,
A bridal gown beyond compare.
All those fittings, all that cost,
In one minute, will be lost.
Though you´ll never wear it hence,
Trashing it just makes no sense.
I beseech you, blushing bride,
Do not by this trend abide.
Wearing it brought so much joy -
Trashing it - I´ll just say Oy!
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