The Day Lee got Married to Jess

The noise we were fearing
Was what we were hearing –
Its source was too easy to guess.
‘Twas rain thickly pouring,
Both hissing and pouring
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

The house was a-hopping,
All starting and stopping
In equal parts humour and stress.
The queue for the shower
Got longer each hour
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

The iron was steaming,
The jewellery gleaming,
Old clothes were left piled in a mess
The clock quickly spinning
Put an end to the grinning
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

The bus pulled up quickly,
The heat was quite prickly,
The rain poured with effortlessness.
And soon we were burning
Down lanes long and turning
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

The vicar was ready,
The voices were steady,
The bride and the groom answered ‘Yes!’
The Wedding March sounded,
Back-slapping abounded
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

And then came the chatting,
The admiring of hatting,,
And cameras were clicked to excess,
Till Lee had to kick ‘em
On up to West Wickham
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

And still it kept raining
(Though none were complaining)
A-splashing each suit and each dress,
And the bubbles were blowing,
Contentedly flowing
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

The dinner was tasty,
Quite leisured, not hasty,
(As everyone there did express.)
And the glasses kept filling,
However unwilling
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

The speeches soon finished
And eating diminished
And more wine was drunk, I confess.
And the rain kept on falling,
‘Twas frankly appalling
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

And then came the dancing,
The asking and chancing,
And the Carling ran out in distress.
And young ones were sleeping
As tiredness came creeping
On the day Lee got married to Jess.

Well we drank hale and hearty,
In humour to party,
All had a great time, I profess.
And as we departed
Another shower started
On the day Lee got married to Jess.