The Cloud
The groom’s mother might be charismatic,
lovely, clever and dramatic,
but when she entered any room,
she was preceded by her perfume.
So her presence here was problematic—
in scope, approaching the traumatic—
for we had to institute some bans
to include her in our wedding plans.
For reasons we deemed bioclimatic,
(and her excesses aromatic)
when it came to finding her a seat,
we found it to be quite a feat.
For it’s hard to remain diplomatic
when the bride is prone to be asthmatic.
With no other possible schematic,
We had to seat her in the attic.
The prompt word today is “Aromatic.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You made me smile 🙂
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Oh, oh, oh, I love this!!!
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lol thanks for the good laugh
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Ha 🙂
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You are such a great poet! This was delightful and funny and fun to read too!
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Time for the groom to drop a hit. Remember that old Ban commercial, “Don’t look now, but…”?
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Now that you mention it, yes.. Those were funny ads.
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The attic. Love it. I think I know that woman. She’s a serial wedding disturber. Book her, Dano!
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I cannot take floral scents of any kind, no matter how expensive. And when it is a cloud the precedes its wearer by a few feet–forget it. The worst is in a sealed car when you can’t get away from it. Most of my friends know it’s a no-no to spritz before meeting up with me, but there have been a few times when it was so bad that I’ve had to move to a different seat in a restaurant or theater.
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