The Man, The Suit And The Ring Poem by true poem

There I was,
Stood up at the front,
I was sweating.

The doors swung open,
I saw heaven and glee,
All my worries were left behind me,
She walked up the aisle,
like an angel just been born.

I was happy,
My friend was there for me,
I saw two little cherubs,
Behind the dress,
One with the confetti,
One with the ring.

A voice was in my head,
Which was one of hers,
When she said yes.

The vicar said his words,
She looked awful and rough,
I whispered to her,
Whats wrong with you,
She started crying,
Mascara was running down her cheeks.

A minute later I was alone with the best man,
I was furious and confused,
Where did I go wrong?

People called me a failure,
I should of took care,
They now call me the man of despair.

And now people make poems about the Man the Suit and the Ring.