As I've told before,
My daughter's getting wed!
So many dresses to choose from!
My daughter has said.
Will it be white,
Or a nice warm cream,
Full or fitted?
It must be her dream!
She tries on the first,
And pulls a strange face!
Well that style, we know,
Has fallen from grace.
Lots more follow,
To find the right fit,
Dress after dress,
We'll be here a bit!
She tries one that's gorgeous,
I gasp with delight,
But she doesn't like it,
Thinks its a sight!
Two hours pass,
We've narrowed it down,
One pretty dress – but,
I'm not sure, said with a frown!
She's tried all the dresses,
And still isn't sure,
So off we both go,
Out of the door!
Never mind say I,
There's more shops to try,
Plenty of time,
Is my happy reply.
Because for my darling daughter,
For perfection we'll fight.
So bring on more dresses,
Til we find one that's right!