Your Dad wore grey shoes and told a long joke at the reception
About Morris dancers on a car bonnet (geddit?).
He was on top form, taking the 7th of June in his stride,
Proud and happy as father of the bride.
The shoes – maybe from Clinkard’s in Middlesbrough –
Were a big departure from his usual blacks and browns.
He was dapper as ever but with that neat footwear quirk
Rounding off his outfit, sharp, grey suit - it did kinda work.
By intention or accident, he upstaged us all, except you.
This was our day but really your day to glow and sparkle,
To shine a light on the path ahead of us, companions,
Adventurers, bound together from the moment we said “I do.”