by Nick Gisburne
The wedding is a sinister affair
A match of mutant evils, hauled from hell
The septic bride, festooned with balls of hair
Imbibes a fresh transfusion where she fell
A heavily sedated second groom
Emerges from the ashes of the first
He drags a bald enchantress from the tomb
Excited that her coffin may be cursed
The mothers, tearful, toothless, fight with knives
Cosmetic paints appallingly applied
While haunted kittens, running out of lives
Attack the witchy knickers of the bride
The lumpy lovers die, without remorse
Asphyxia is quicker than divorce
