A Woman Ties The Knot Poem by James McLain

And one early on and off, an observation...



And before such grace her alter,
and woman led him up too steep,
and thus therein the trap he stood,
and great the fuss about his neck,
and hands she weaved with skill.
And his new tie she placed upon,
and known through out the land,
and deft and practiced, slow release.
And on that hooded door stood he,
and there to split his crown came she,
and but to leave his head a lovely mess.
And reaching down and firm hot grasp of wood,
and down he falls and hangs in bright release,
and now she's free to marry off and tie another.