The brides take flight, -they just take off
Before the Wedding day;
I wonder whether this is love
For which the parents pay.

The showers held,- they disappear,
The people say: “she got wet feet,”
Police search often weeks and fear
An early copy-cat repeat.

More brides that vanish day by day
Produce much stress and strain,
This sort of things does cause dismay,
Distress extreme and pain.

The costly gifts from wedding guests
They go all down the drain,
The bridal gown, the loveliest
Is useless - what a shame!

What must the lengthy searching cost
the good community,
When allocated funds are lost
Through bald frivolity.

No reckoning there is for pranks-
That will be played again
And bridegrooms, genii or cranks
Can not but get insane.

Dull grooms are jilted- but don’t mind,
Do anything for fame.
Their code of honor, - ill defined,
Is surely not aflame.

How many more bride escapées
Will on TV we see,
Dishonoring grooms and families
and the community.

A sorry state of things this is
To be repeated soon,
Yet - brides search for the Golden Fleece
To wear on Honeymoon.

They will show up then later on
In head dress Taliban,
With rainbow burqua, and her John
Will smile like Don Juan.

Brides disappear, children are beat
And raped and cruelly slain,
In steady loathsome a repeat
And none does stop the train.

Is this a sign of our time
A sickness grave and deep,
Then take the time, friends take the time,
To grieve lament and weep.

Elizabeth Dandy