Barney I didn't love purple tress
Shimmering metallic loud dress

Giant white clip silky hair bow
Cake top decor I shoulda said no

It was leftover 80’s -1993
The resentment set in quickly

My groom mate
Was difficult to take

For my affections he made a play
At my betrothed mans dismay

A crooked headed doll on display
Why did it have to be this way

Only redeeming thing was snaps
Of me looking right at my sweet

Going forward I said never again
No bridesmaid for family or friend

But Im glad she chose me for that
Big day with her Mister

She is after all
My big sister

I must tell you of when Bridezilla came
But beg, please repeat not of this true tale
She had a dream, anyone she would maim
If they stood between her white fairytale
A gasp, a screech, her eyes went wide as wells
A maid’s bouquet lost, bride began to melt
Her skin flushed red, her eyes could only swell
A lovely wedding still be born, maids felt
She barked for them to leave the room at once
Hushed whispers rose throughout the dainty church
Such small matters could cause her to denounce
Finally, the bride at last emerged
Of course, the union came to be, oh yes
But not before creating undue stress