Note to the reader – No one was harmed in the creation of this poem 🙂
It seemed that all was looking well
as the bride made her way down the aisle
and the vows were said with grace
the decorations made the hall look swell
As her bridesmaids escorted her in style to a hall,
where food of Heston Blumenthal ,
was served up in a most grand place
on silver platters Wall to Wall.
All seemed well, till after the dance
and the cooks brought in the wedding cake
the hotel located by a railway line
All would be well, you would thought the chance
as an express went past the floor began to shake
and tiers of the cake, began to fall
they saved three tiers – but what of the rest? was it fine?
ask the page boys under the table where it sat by the wall
The Inkwell 
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