The Wedding You've Heard Of

I didn’t get married at Madison Square

And only immediate family was there.

We needed no permits nor one single guard,

For our wedding was held in my parents’ back yard.

 

There wasn’t a limo to ferry each guest

And a cousin took photographs at our request.

The food was whatever my mother did choose

And no, it did not make it into the news.

 

It’s been fifty years, though, so, begging your pardon,

The wedding you’ve heard of today, at the Garden,

May have all the world and the paparazzi

Pay attention, but what is important to me

 

Is that keeping it simple worked fine way back when

And if I had to do it all over again,

There’s just one little change I’d be certain to make –

Not a holiday weekend, a common mistake.