All the mighty swords rose up and shouted,
“ Me! I shall!” not one to be doubted;
And bravo! They all went to slay the groom errant,
Who left with just a note handed to his aunt.
“ No! Can’t be, impossible, to leave freedom unable.”
Up and away towards liberty he went,
Without a backward glance being sent;
Young and handsome, he had too much to lose,
Left was variety still, from which to choose.
No goodbyes, no farewells,
Not the tinkling of the wedding bells
Nothing stopped him in his way,
because ahead the love of his life lay.
Sometime, somewhere she would be found,
But definitely not the one to whom he was bound!!!
Hastily gathered and hurriedly briefed,
The swords, for the poor bride, sat and grieved.
Nay, not for long were the tears shed,
The bride soon cried out for the groom’s head.
All the bachelors in the party rejoiced,
A chance from which not to be shied.
The bride sat quietly wiping the tears,
A lady she was, not given to fears.
Hark! What does one here hear???
Oh! What scratching, fearful squeaks, and those claws…
It’s just a rat m’lady, the guard bows.
A rat! Just a rat! In the bride’s room?
Help! Save! Call the maid, bring a broom.
But! What luck, everyone gone?
For his sins the groom would atone.
Little by little the furry fiend approached,
Frightened but by no one reproached.
The bride simpered and cried in anguish,
Looking all scared and squeamish.
What luck! Someone’s here to save,
The bride in vain trying to be brave.
Shining armour and a glittering sword,
No, a mousetrap and a smile broad.
“My lady, maybe I could be of service.”
Which was quite as gallant as “ allow me, miss.”
The bride had never seen such bravery,
How could it be present in one of the knavery?
For wasn’t this the one who was caught,
For stealing water during a drought.
Ah! But past mischief are quickly forgotten,
In lieu of today’s circumstances rotten.
“Oh! Thank you, thank you, kind sir,
Deliver me into some clean mouseless air.”
“My pleasure.” said the worthy servant,
and up in arms he went against the rodent,
With a gleam in his eyes he set up the trap,
but the mouse was a little of a born brat.
This side and that he hopped and skipped,
From somewhere atop the bed a voice piped,
“Couldn’t you just get it out of the room?”
The trapper for the first time looked,
at the damsel in distress who had him booked.
The first is the last, impression, that is,
Love at first sight, was a motto of his.
The lady with her skirts gathered,
Standing over the pillows feathered.
Looked to him like an angel without wings,
“Oh! what beauty! I wonder how she sings?”
the mouse forgotten, quietly disappeared,
his role was now over, It appeared.
Anyway, there he had seen gone,
A lady mouse beautiful and lone.
Love was in the air, as the mouse showed,
The bride too, by the one to whom she owed,
Was smitten in an instant, bravo!
But how could romance go on without pain and woe!
The groom mentioned above, suddenly reappeared,
Guilt and remorse all over his face were smeared.
“I am so sorry my love, forgive me, would you?”
Off course, she could not, what a silly view!
But she had to, being a lady and such,
Regarding her marriage there was not choice much.
So without further adieu, let us the moment seize,
Objections if any, speak now or forever hold your peace.
“Stop, please, just one little thing”, the trapper said,
To him, melancholy and grief were everywhere spread.
“ Just one little thing,
Your ladyship dropped your wedding ring”
He handed the little jewel in those hands so soft,
The room applauded, you don’t see a hero oft.
Those big round eyes now filled to the brim,
Her hero, the one beside her, or was it him?
Too late for a point to ponder upon,
Or early still for a scheme to spawn.
“No I don’t” screamed the jilted bride,
giving the groom a surprise snide.
She handed back the paper so cherished,
“ No, can’t be impossible, to leave freedom unable”
The trapper turned back, too overjoyed to see,
The bride meaning every syllable to be.
Away she went from all trappers and grooms,
and presently has a career in decorating rooms.
