Viewing The Album

My friend’s daughter got married And his wife invited my better half To view the wedding album A genius close to Bollywood Had it in Mumbai designed Aided by brilliant Bangalore techies And the photos had cost my friend Several hundred thousands We had attended the wedding And having witnessed the proceedings I asked my wife what is there again So much to see in a recording She ruled I was asinine With an unwed daughter in the house I needed to familiarize How the Joneses were conducting Leaving me perspiring At the thought of outdoing My friend’s wanton squandering Choiceless I dogged Her to my friend’s abode On the way she warned I was rather clumsy Needed to be interactive With society than rot like a rustic She instructed me to wow Never ever yawn Throughout the gruesome viewing The hosts would be keen About our comments and reactions We shouldn’t disenchant The good heavenly souls Yes, they were indeed keen Of angelic countenance I could see them askance Looking at our faces Rejoicing at our pretense And I was horrified There were in all five Fat albums in a line We would certainly age Before we viewed the whole footage I wowed at every snapshot Like an exultant school brat Perhaps, the act I overdid The pain in my wife’s friendly nudges said The hosts poured over us Explaining who was who When, where and how Things that didn’t matter To be forgotten sooner than later The maid brought some tea I just cursed my friend I had expected drinks To pep up my morale Through that tiring ordeal I sipped half the tea Left half in the cup My mom had taught People of gentle breed Never gulped or devoured The whole of what was offered A tip my wife also approved We viewed the albums Late past dinner time My back was giving in When the last page was seen Thanking God I placed The last album on the board God wasn’t that kind The half-full cup toppled Out into an uncertain night Back home I followed a muttering wife With a clumsy gait daring not To look at her glaring eyes