Bitter ways come
In bridal suits.
Do these clothes fit?
Judging my looks can be
Quite a hard task.
These sleeves are a bit shorter
Than my worn out tuxedo
Dumped inside the bosom
Of my closet.
Will anybody
Lend me something?
She's waiting.
The ceremony has begun
And I still can't find
The right clothes
For the occasion.
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