Bridezilla part 2

Hair in an up-do, who could resist her?

The groom is stunned, his face is a picture,

The vicar holds forth with the holy scriptures,

They’ve made it to the wedding of the year.

Ceremony over, he steps up to kiss her,

Zilla or not, he can barely resist her,

He shrugs off his doubts now they’re Mrs and Mr,

A triumph at the wedding of the year.

Speeches over, guests begin to mingle

Bestie eyes the groom, her spine all a-tingle

He winks back and wishes he was single,

Trouble at the wedding of the year!

DJ’s at the mixer, spinning the discies,

Vicar’s on the dancefloor, she’s getting twisty,

Her limbs are a-quiver and her specs are misty,

She’s grooving at the wedding of the year.

Zilla’s at the disco, doing the twister,

Her shoes start rubbing, she’s developing a blister,

She needs top bestie to come and assist her,

Crisis at the wedding of the year!

Groom’s with the bestie, they’re getting frisky,

She cuddles up and whispers, ‘Kiss me’,

He answers back, ‘Not here, too risky’,

Trouble at the wedding of the year.

Gimlet-eyed Zilla marches over briskly,

Snatches off her ring and screams, ‘We’re history!’

Her lips are a-quiver, her eyes proper misty,

They’ve ruined her wedding of the year.

Bestie and the groom are looking proper shifty,

She buttons up and slithers off his knee,

Their limbs are sweaty, their eyes are misty,

Caught at the wedding of the year.

Fourteen besties thrust on a plane,

Sod the reception – first flight to Spain,

It’s all on Zilla so no one complains,

She’s sworn off weddings – never again!

But waste the all-inclusive? A terrible shame -

So buckle up sisters!  More champagne!

We’re going to have the party of the year.

© Sarah Ogilvie 2025