A Wedding in Tigressland

I had just finished volunteering

At the Save the Children Shop

I’d had a busy day

And I felt like I could drop

So I drove home to my beloved

Who is off on R & R

Singing along to whatever the hell

Was playing in the car

I was greeted at the door

With a goofy grin and wine

He’d cooked us up some dinner

And I couldn’t wait for mine

Now the Kevman has always dazzled me

With his affection and his charm

So I didn’t find it unusual

When he gently took my arm.

He hugged me and he held me

Cuddled up and smiled

He has the type of cheeky grin

That always drives me wild

He looked at me like I amazed him

(Which I like to think I do)

But it’s nice to have it re-enforced

By a loving glance or two

Then he reached into his pocket

His hand emerged with a small box

The kind that makes your heart go thump

And carries shiny, sparkly rocks.

I looked at him, and he at me

You all know the next part

“Will you marry me?” He said

His voice presenting me his heart.

Now you may be thinking

There wasn’t much ceremony there

But that’s just how we roll

And I really didn’t care

He wanted to surprise me

But I’m a pretty good detective

So this was his best option

It was anything but defective

I looked at the ring and thought

Holy shit that’s a decent size!

He’d definitely gone all out this time

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

But if I was to wear such a thing

It would mean I was getting married

My brain was still calming down

From a day all rushed and harried.

I looked back at him and realized though

There was nowhere else I’d rather be

Than in his arms for the rest of everything

So I said “Yes” immediately.

It’s been a fun few days since then

Telling family and friends

Messages and Facebook posts

The excitement never ends

But the Gypsy Niece was curious

How did this all go down?

The Kevman filled her in

And she spluttered with a frown

Who the hell proposes

On an average Tuesday night

In Ugg boots and a sweatshirt?

I just feel this just ain’t right.

But then she saw our goopy faces

And seemed to say “Ah f**k it....

You guys have always made me wanna puke

Into a plastic bucket.”

So the next eighteen months or so

Will be a hive-like planning central

By the end of the whole shebang

I’ll probably be driven mental

And along the way there’ll be a hen’s night

A buck’s do and perhaps a bridal shower

Those that make you scared

Of what’s going to happen hour by hour

But it should be fun I'm guessing

All this hilarity and mirth

As I lead up to marrying

My one love on this Earth

Ahh, I really should be going now

So I must end my little rhyme

I’m off with my fiancé

To spend a little time <3

*Mwah*

~Tigress