Fuddian Wedding Poem by John Martinez

Petulant and pouty

Prideful and stank

They raised their goblets

Tilted them upwards,

and then they did drank

Giggling were the bridesmaids

Mirthful was the bride

She stood there so elegant

And beaming with pride

Her mensch in a dungeon

As he wished to be bludgeon

With hammer and claw

His groomsmen stood listless

But laughing in awe

It wasn't his attire

It was rather what he said

Sounding so Fuddian

Wit dis wing, I dee wed.