Left, right, tuna delight.
Drinking sherry, often makes her merry.
A razzberry cake that took hours to make,
bright colored doves and a wedding ring that fits her tight like a glove,
Proud down the aisle we walk, listening to the whispers of our guest's talk.
A single tear slides down her cheek as she cries,
she knows his true tale, knows how he lies.
Her friends tell her not to mope, tell her their is always hope.
Like every other new wife, she must now be happy with her new life.
Love has been burried in fright, her love for him has taken flight.
Finally she sees the light, a wants to never be again in his sight.
Quickly she boards the ferry, to where she remembers, golden, red feilds of cherry.
The freedom of the rescued, a like finally renewed.
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