There was movement up in Flaxton

For the word had got around

That a wedding was to take place very soon.

We were thrown into a tizzy

And became so very busy

For the couple would be far away in June.

 

What would be the mode of dress?

Would the temperature distress

Those who come from a very different clime?

Though summer’s heat can burn,

When the weather takes a turn

In April it is undoubtedly sublime.

 

This period of waiting

And of much anticipating

Brings out in us the very best, and worst.

Will it rain, or will it shine?

Will the bride arrive on time?

Will the parents be so proud that they could burst?

 

Though now all has come to pass,

And we say, farewell, alas,

To these two who have brightened up the day,

We now dare to mention

There is a new dimension

To the global village –

And it’s here to stay.

 

(with apologies to A.B. Patterson)