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11 July 2015

9:00 AM

11 July 2015

9:00 AM

Of course the bride’s dog came to the wedding
and was allotted a chair at the top table
at which he sat with a gloomy expression

and a chewed satin bow.
The groom fed him morsels of pheasant —
laughing rather theatrically

when his finger was nipped
and the blood dyed his table napkin
a shade to match the azaleas.

A honeymoon is no time for
blood poisoning. Surely it was sunstroke
or an allergy to the spiky local fish?

Excitedly aghast, the wedding guests
re-assembled for the funeral.
The dog was left at home

but he didn’t seem to mind.

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