Feed the Body, Feed the Soul

The luncheon was a magnificent buffet of chicken breasts with fettucine in alfredo sauce, cold poached salmon with dill sauce, grilled vegetables, pasta salad, and everything was prepared to perfection. Oh, what a meal! While lunch was winding down, Mike explained the mysterious "poetry" reference on the wedding invitations: in order to get a piece of wedding cake, you must write a poem, and then turn in the poem when you pick up your cake. OK, I can do that. And, there will be a drawing for "I saw Kaela and Mike get married T-shirts." Cool.

There one was a Kaela and Mike,
whose company each other did like.
So into each head
came the desire to wed
how many years before we see a tike?

Well, I was clearly on a roll. Kim was suffering from writer's block, so I thought I'd write another one, just in case, so that she could have some cake. I was feeling a little sentimental about the day, reminiscing about our own wedding, when I penned the following:

Ode to a couple on their wedding day:
Harp music and memories of the day
pluck at the heartstrings of all who have loved.