Unspecial Day Poem by Ima Ryma

Here I am on my wedding day,
All gowned up and watching the clock.
I keep hearing groom's on his way.
But what I hear is nervous talk.
My heart fell for him but my mind
Always was giving me a hint
That he was not commitment kind,
But I ignored that sentiment.
And now I am here at the church.
A no show is my dearest sweet.
I know he's left me in the lurch.
He's run away on two cold feet.

Sure is gonna perk up my pride
Being known as a jilted bride!