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The barrister slid the clipped carbons from his blotter to Venus’ daughter.  “Where do I sign?”

“Why are legal documents always bound with blue vellum blinds?  The melancholy of a a blown through ‘brawley?  The navy suited nuisance of jurisprudence to fracture a feckless folly?”

Seven months ago, he proposed, Eskimo Pie toes, still I replied “I accept your rose.”  “Hey, did you hear that sound?  Was that an iron gable slamming round my stable’s surround?  What about those other boys?” intuition voiced.  

Blinded by my bridal trousseau, “Look, rhinestone stilettos!”, veil of tulle long as a mule rail, a Caribbean honeymoon booze canoe.  Such a hullabaloo, hubub at the Cincinnati Country Club, binging on beribboned bakes, shoulda known the foreshadow was real when the entree held more sex appeal than my beau, “Let’s go for veal!” 

“How do I pop this champagne bubble?  Can’t have this wedding, my parent’s bank account blue blood letting”, shut off my bridal shower’s spout, cried to my friends this feels like a llama drama not a Cinderella cinerama!"  “No, no, you can only win when his stocks rock over a million,” they chimed in. 

Tears over tiers of coconut icing, heartache’s hatchet slicing, (Confession, I ran away from the reception.)  Trapped, zing zapped, one and a quarter carats macked, “That’s a wrap!”   

Wedding bells culled, alimony absolved, matrimony sliced Oscar Meyer, the couple that never existed, I’ve returned to C-listed, the Divine and I french kiss the dotted line, marriage annulled.