Wedding Poems

Hello there,

My two excellent friends Tom and Jemma got themselves married (to each other) yesterday. A wonderful time was had by all and I'm genuinely honoured to be have been part of the day (I was an usher). I wrote them a couple of poems which I then said which I shall now put here. These:

Marriage

Two people are married, happily.
Let's call them 'Tim' and 'Gemma' (with a G).
Everyone cried at the ceremony.
Mainly due to the poetry.

Wedding List

Wedding, a wedding, callooh and callay!
We're all at a wedding, pip pip hooray!
The best thing about weddings is all the booze,
It's that or the food, I can't really choose.
Or all of the ushers who've ushered so well
And the two - two! - best men who've turned up, as well.
It's all of you present and all of the gifts
You've given so gladly; you've all made my list.

And of course, I'm forgetting, no wedding's complete
Without bridesmaids to catch the bouquet!
And of course Tom and Jemma, together
Forever. My list just says 'This is their day'.

On Having Nothing Original Left To Say

This is just a short little poem I wrote the other day. It's one of very few with actual structure and rhyming so... savour it, yeah? It's about the wholly unoriginal notion that there is nothing original left to say in the world any more thanks to people bloody blogging about everything. Yea gods, who'd keep a blog, eh? Only a total berk. Big lolz.

Thought

I thought I had a unique thought, but then I Googled it.
The internet revealed to me a hundred, thousand hits.
A hundred, thousand people weblogging the same tired thought –
Having nothing left to say, so cutting themselves short.