A Wheatus Moment by Bruce Hodder

At Sarah's wedding in that field last summer,
strong mead was served, Sarah being a witch.
Some wedding guests couldn't handle it.
Your family gathered round you, Jason.
Remember the circle on the grass they made?
They sang songs. One was 'Teenage Dirtbag'.
It stirred there among your children first,
then everybody picked it up together
They giggled as they sang. And so did you.
Nearby, the soldier mate we’d brought
was bladdered, screaming, as he chased his wife
round tents and toilets. He was being a prat.
He’d come here with biker denims on,
and a giant Iron Maiden patch
across his massive back;
not that you had seen him,
Jason, or that's what you said.
Sometimes guerrilla warfare's best.

Bruce Hodder lives with Michelle in Northampton, the most statistically average town in England. He has been published in quite a few magazines over the years, most recently ‘Academy of Heart and mind’ and ‘Winedrunk Sidewalk’.