The Bonnie Brides Of Bri (In Honor Of Bri Edwards)
All the former Brides of Bri
How they sigh and sigh!
My, how they miss him—
That wonderful guy!
It's no lie—you can't deny
There's that knot they'd all re-tie.
Oh! How they miss their darling, long-lost Bri.
With each other they would continually vie
With ice cream and other goodies for him to buy
The kinds of bait that tempt Bri's eye
And particularly- with his greatest prize- pizza pie!
But 'Fie! '
'Before I'd quit the current Mme. Bri,
I'd cry, cry, and cry
Tears ‘id flow, flow, flow from each and every eye
And I'd just wish to die! '
'And that, Sonny Boy
Better not be a lie! '
Says the current Mme. Bri.
For Bri has almost equalled
Chaucer's Wife of Bath
In the number of spouses
That he hath.
And Henry VIII gives a jealous eye
To those numerous Brides of Bri!
Oh, why- oh, why can't I
Be so popular with the ladies fair—
I'm afraid I must despair
To ever equal that guy
With the Bonnie Brides of Bri!
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humour