|Details of my Poetry Month Project can be found here.|
My Uncle's Getting Married
My uncle's getting married
in the church at Broad and High.
He's wearing a tuxedo,
cummerbund and bolo tie.
After all the boring stuff,
it's off to the party house.
We'll eat a fancy dinner
and we'll toast his brand new spouse.
The fun will really start then,
the groom will dance his bride,
we'll do the Macarena,
chicken dance, electric slide.
We'll boogie woogie, bump and grind,
we'll limbo way down low.
We'll shimmy, shake, we'll shuffle, swing
we'll do our best disco.
And when the bride says, "One more dance!"
the conga line she leads.
We ribbon all around the room,
we curve, we swerve, we weave.
A snake of happy revelers,
the young and old alike,
connected hand to waist to back,
we dance away the night.
I'm giving myself permission to have more fun with this project. I don't think I can write 25 more poems that are exactly about the wonders. So anything at all about the wonder that inspires me is fair game.