14. Smile

I AM damn well smiling!
I snarl at my mam.
While avoiding the stare of the camera man.

I AM grinning as hard as can be,
While hoping that nobody can see
That being a bridesmaid never goes well,
When wearing a dress that looks like a shell.

The bride must hate me,
Is the conclusion I reach.
A lesson with fists
I would love to teach.

It's her day says mam.
Yes I KNOW I reply.
You're grumpy today she says.
Like she doesnt know why.

Pictures done, onwards once more,
To food and cake,
And shiny dance floor.
Alas no dancing in this dress.
What a nightmare, what a mess.

And now I must smile at the bride,
And her husband full of pride.
Here she comes,
Plaster on the smile.
Don't look like I want to run a mile.

"Hello darling"
A hug and a kiss.
Then she swans on by;
My elder sis.