I can't believe the idiots on the Dream Wedding Dress
programme; the presenter dressed in shabby clothes
without ‘chic' that could make ‘shabby chic' a winner -
trainers with stovepipe pants and a quiff created by a
sadist prison barber; also 3 members of my tribe with
zero emotional intelligence; nerdy-glasses guy with his
Big-Bang-Theory-winner hairstyle, plus 2 super-idiotic
girls - the first's head was flower-garlanded making her
look like an escaped Ophelia who-had-too-much-water,
as Hamlet declared; with far too much alcohol in it
all speaking as if Afrikaans was a nasal twang and their
dialogue prepared in a gr.1 class; bride-to-be hair roots
brown & top bright red, fidgeting all the time - choosing
boring dresses with imitation flair, no bodice to make up
for the lack of a chest - and this would land her the role
of a man in The Ride of the Valkyries, armholes cut deep,
no support to make up for her lack of Pamela Anderson's
signature treasures, thus she resembles a concentration
camp survivor - no Swarovski crystals - just cake-icing
layers of net and tulle enveloping her bleak presence
like the wide dresses my aunt crocheted for doll faces
with toilet-paper-roll bodies to adorn the WC - all the
while the 3 idiots talking her to death - I had to resort to
silent-movie style - why stay, I hear you ask - because
I'd hoped to see a beautiful dress that would make up
for the lack of finesse - yet it got worse; the last dress
was dipped in oil and splattered with ink, a dark brown
& black creation, perfect for a vampire's wife in a third-
rate movie - then my family tired of my stream of inane
comments & called me to watch Diners, Drives-Ins and
Dives to divert me from the arrogance and snobbery of
the "cream" of "Afrikanerdom" - which failed to impress
my kids in their expensive schools where an irreverent
attitude kept them safe from infection…
Very amazing sharing done definitely. Wise and motivational sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds as if the wedding planners indeed were suffering from encephalitis! ! ! ! and your tribe... ?