Often a bridesmaid but seldom a bride,
Liked but unloved, I'm contented inside.
Shallowness drifts like a mist through my veins;
Laughter and breeziness tickle my pains
Before they can batter me deep-fried.

Serious thinking? Believe me, I've tried.
Depth of emotion? It's years since I cried.
Distantly cheerful, my nature ordains:
Often a bridesmaid.

Feathery froth is the most I provide.
Follow me? No! I'm a terrible guide!
Liking a spot, I'll abandon the reins,
Settle, and bask while the sunlight remains.
The price of my leisurely joyride?
Often a bridesmaid.

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