The wrong bride – a poem

I better picked the other side,
every one else than this bride.
She had a wild streak,
acting like a freak.
What did I know, I just was an undesirable geek.
At the wedding she was an hour late,
and she brought a date.
Wearing a skull on her head,
enough said.
I didn’t replied with a yes,
that shit forever death does us part.
I guess,
in order was a loud fart.
All this to get the bachelor party restart.