Dunas Douradas,

Thou shalt not pass the gates of Dunas Douradas,
At least till they ask,
Who are your here to see?
"The wedding party" I replied,
then smiled with a grin, as he open the gates and ushered us in.
The sun was at high noon,
Beating down on the five grooms,
The ceremony comes soon, and soon you'll both become two.
I do she said as the sweat dropped of his forehead,
The day moves forward with canopies and analogies, banter and smiles,
A reception of class and speeches with style.
The beautiful bride and groom is to who we raise our class.
Until 2am we drink with our new found friends,
Until the next time when we do it all again.
Congratulations my friend.