A chapel so bright,
Sits surrounded by trees,
But no redwood's height
Could eclipse the girl's glee.
But one thing was the moon,
Blocking her sun.
Her brother's sad tune,
Made her feel glum.
The little boy was crying,
As he ran out the door,
Into the woods,
To cry some more.
His sister chased him,
Chased him for a mile,
In her wedding dress to fix
He who eclipsed her smile.
"What's wrong, little boy?
Why are you so sad?
Today's my day of joy,
But you're making me feel bad."
"I don't want you to marry.
You won't love me.
I'll be all alone in a world so scary.
Your favorite person I'll no longer be."
"You're my brother!
We will never estrange.
My only brother, there is no other,
that will never change."
The boy and bride hug,
And with a hand in hand squeeze,
Frolic back to the chapel
Through the infinite trees.
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PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
