I wonder why we came this way;
it’s not the route that I would take.
Is there a demo on today
or something? We can’t even make
a U-turn; we’re completely stuck.
I’ll never make it to the church
by two o’clock. It’s just my luck!
He’ll think I’ve left him in the lurch.
My father hasn’t said a word.
(And is he trying to hide a smile?)
I’m certain that he’d have preferred
his golf, to walking down the aisle.
He can’t have engineered this, though,
which makes me think it must be Fate.
I did have doubts... I think I know
what I must do: procrastinate.
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