The wedding day had come at last

And everyone was there

Just hoping that the bride would not be late

But she was, just a few minutes

And she looked so young and fair

That nobody was sorry for the wait.

The bride had a twin sister

They looked so much alike

And the priest had taught the both of them in school

He never did know which was which

And when it came to tie the knot

He really felt as though he were a fool.

He looked from bride to bridesmaid

Just hoping for a clue

Would heaven help him just to get it right

He tried to say the words, but they wouldn’t come

The bride smiled, and her eyes were shining bright.

‘I’, he stumbled, but the bride was on the ball

‘Patricia Anne’ she quickly hissed

And the priest regained composure

And no-one would have known

The important words he had so nearly missed.

A quarter of a century seems just like yesterday

Time changes us, not always for the better

But the bridal pair, their love undimmed

Are here to show us all

That their big day earned the title of ‘red-letter’.