Remember Dad untwisting champagne wires?
And then the sun warmed up the gas inside,
so when the couple vowed as rite requires,
the corks exploded up and circled wide.

Or when the rabbi’s speech impediment
provoked our row to laugh so hard we cried?
He couldn’t say the letter “r” – he went
with “bwide” and “gwoom” until we nearly died.

Remember those vignettes of comedy?
A wedding is the pinnacle of glad.
We laughed at our extended family,
provoked by circumstance and led by Dad.
But this event is solemn…not! It’s hearty:
that’s why the couple’s called a wedding party.