Loyde P. “Snake” Arender


The doors were shut, in my hut
My bride waited patiently outside
Our honeymoon would start real soon
But the doors were jammed with me inside

For nearly a day and in many a way
We eagerly waited to embrace
But those bloody doors stuck forever more
Made it impossible to even see her face

What can I do, to get to you?
I screamed at the top of my voice
She said to me: well, let me see
The window would be my choice

My heart it thumped, then quickly I jumped
But my eagerness made it worse
It was the emergency room for the groom
I wish I’d have opened the window first