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The brides take flight, -they just take off

Before the Wedding day;

I wonder whether this is love

For which the parents pay.



The showers held,-  they disappear,

The people say: “she got wet feet,”

Police search often weeks and fear

An early  copy-cat repeat.



More brides that vanish day by day

Produce much stress and strain,

This sort of things does cause dismay,

Distress extreme and pain.



The costly gifts from wedding guests

They go all down the drain,

The  bridal gown, the loveliest

Is useless - what a shame!



What must the lengthy searching cost

the good community,

When allocated funds are lost

Through bald frivolity.



No reckoning there is for pranks-

That will be played again

And bridegrooms, genii or cranks

Can not but get insane.



Dull grooms are jilted- but don’t mind,

Do  anything for fame.

Their code of honor, - ill defined,

Is surely not aflame.



How many more bride escapées

Will on TV we see,

Dishonoring grooms and families

and the community.



A sorry state of things this is

To be repeated soon,

Yet - brides search  for the Golden Fleece

To wear on  Honeymoon.



They will show up then later on

In head dress Taliban,

With rainbow burqua, and her John

Will smile like Don Juan.



Brides disappear, children are beat

And raped  and cruelly slain,

In steady loathsome a repeat

And none does stop the train.



Is this a sign of our time

A sickness grave and deep,

Then  take the time,  friends take the time,

To grieve lament and weep.



Elizabeth Dandy