'I wonder if Asda would hire out their premises for weddings,' I said. 'Or Tesco. After all, they too have aisles.'
It inspired this little poem. Actually, as I write, there isn't a poem yet. I'm making it up here and now. So, let's just say, it may not be Wordsworthian in quality, like all my others ........................ aren't either.
The pickle aisle bride
I got married in the pickle aisle.
I swept past the Branston as a bride
People said it would be silly
Married near the piccalilli
With jars of pickled onions by my side.
But I got married in the pickle aisle
And the groom, he looked good enough to eat
Said he wanted nothing but me
And an aisle full of chutney
Because both of us were really really sweet.
Why NOT get married in the pickle aisle?
Who needs wedding bells and flowers?
We got loads of compliments
As we Wedding Marched past condiments.
Now we're relishing the future that is ours.
|Here comes the bride, pickles either side|
Right. Now having produced a high-level intellectual piece of poetic brilliance, I'll go off and read up on John Donne ready for going back to school tomorrow.
STOP PRESS: You can watch me performing the extended, final version of this poem on Youtube here