So, yesterday was finally Friday and the end of another hard working week. However, that particular Friday was rather uneventful and I admit it, boring. So what happens to my brain on days like that, when there is not much to do at work and there is no interesting book around to serve as a distraction? I decided to write a funny rhyming poem!
Currently, I am actually busy planning another wedding celebration but this time in Turkey and so I chose this as the topic for my poem. As mentioned previously in my blog, I recently got married and my husband is Turkish. So our wedding celebration in London was small, private and very intimate. However, not all of our family members and friends could come, mainly because majority of them live abroad. So it was decided we do another bigger wedding celebration in Turkey, which apparently is one of the most exotic, culturally and historically rich destinations to get married, according to TripAdvisor.com.
Before I reveal my poem, a few things must be known. Firstly, so far it has been a little too hectic to find a beautiful venue on a budget for 150-200 people. Then the search for a quality photographer has been fruitless as well and so I have an idea of asking the same photographer, Jack Hoyle, who shot our wedding in London to shoot our wedding in Turkey. Crazy, right?
So without any further delay, with all those details I have mentioned above, here is my hopefully humourous almost effectively rhyming poem :). I have never written anything like that, only in school and so in some parts the rhyming gets a little quirky....
My
Big Wedding Day
by
Sima Pokhrel
Weddings are fun, weddings are crazy,
Now it’s my turn, and I feel lazy.
There’s so much to plan, so much to
spend,
I’ll be asking my mom, to give me a
hand.
My loved one is Turkish, so you know
what that means,
Large wedding and glamorous, with no one
in jeans.
Lots of food and loud music and dancing,
Gents in tuxes, ladies in dresses flouncing.
So much to do, seems I haven’t the time,
To design, this grand wedding of mine.
Throw away my laziness once and for all,
Should research some venues and book a
grand hall.
The wedding photographer is at least
sorted,
On a plane to Turkey will Jack be
boarded.
Next difficult thing is to find a good man,
Who can record a video, be it sun or
rain.
Cocktails, reception, food to consider,
Has to be classy, nothing with ginger.
Garlic and onion are also omitted,
Nothing strong smelling will be
permitted.
For dessert I would want a gigantic
cake,
So there’s plenty for everyone, even
that Jack.
The cake must be chocolate, fruity and
rich,
It should be kept cold in the restaurant
fridge.
Designing flowers, music and favours,
All to please mixed cultural flavours.
For even though the wedding is totally mine,
Considering other opinions in not a
crime.
Belarus, Turkey, India, Nepal,
The wedding feast will not be dull.
Live music, drinks and general cheer,
Will bring all guests closer and near.
Most wonderful thing on the wedding
banquet,
Will be me, throwing my fresh flower
bouquet.
This, single ladies and gents will try
to catch,
But my sister’s reflex will be hard to
match
After assessing my big wedding plan,
I realised that, it’s all too grand.
My wallet is empty, and I haven’t a
cent,
The only option will be to lend.
So I talked to my father about this subject,
At which he smiled, said he wouldn’t
object.
Now finances sorted, and I can happily
start,
To pick my bridal gown that’ll look really
smart.
Beautiful, elegant, youthful and fun,
Those must I feel in my own wedding
gown.
But comfort and style should be
remembered,
So my dancing remains completely unhindered.
All details and bookings are finally
done,
So I can gladly relax and enjoy the fun.
Planning my wedding wasn’t so tough,
As long as you’re doing, what you love.
The
End
Have a great weekend everyone!
