Photo booth
Mickey and Esther, quite the pair, Planned a bash with flair and care. Dinner and dance, oh what a delight, DJ E.M.S. spinning tunes with lights flashing to the beats.
Steel band rhythms set hearts aflutter, As guests twirled and danced, no clutter. In the photo booth, laughter took center stage, guests donned glasses, oh so bright! Goggles, shades galore, Even Mickey wore a shade, but no Monocles in sight, I’m sure.
Esther rocked heart shaped frames with glee, While the DJ spun tunes into the night. Did I see Mickey moonwalk and Esther do the the candy!, Their love story joyful at the Kibes Lane. The photo booth captured the scene, see if you can find your funny face below, long press and share with yourself, don’t be scared there is no fee! Glasses askew, faces with laughter.
At http://www.southernmaltings.co.uk/ , Mickey and Esther, forevermore, Danced silly, laughed and remembered their youth with their dancing feet.
“Jubilee Park’s Golden Snap”
In Jubilee Park, where laughter blooms like wildflowers, A congregation gathers, their hearts entwined for hours. Within a hall in Edmonton town, memories take flight, As sparkling gold photo booth frames their delight.
Cowboy hats perched jauntily, hibiscus blooms aglow, Around their necks, a lei of colors, a vibrant show. Men and women alike, bedecked in hues so bright, Their laughter echoing, like stars on a moonlit night.
The background glimmers, a canvas of golden dreams, As they strike poses, silly and serene. Shirts adorned with rainbows, a kaleidoscope of cheer, Jubilee Park’s congregation, celebrating life here.
No soul left behind, each one captured in a snap, Their joy contagious, hearts entwined in a joyful wrap. Men and women, side by side, a colorful parade, In that Edmonton hall, memories forever made.
So raise your lei, your cowboy hat, and toast the day, For Jubilee Park’s congregation, laughter lights the way. What a lovely time they’ve had, hearts full and tall, In that golden photo booth, where memories enthrall.
“Farewell at Turnpike Lane”
In the heart of Turnpike Lane, where memories bloom, A congregation gathers, under the crescent moon. Their laughter echoes through the halls, a sweet refrain, As they bid adieu to cherished souls, with joy and pain.
The old and young, hand in hand, share stories old and new, Their eyes alight with memories, like morning dew. Speeches weave a tapestry of love, both bold and true, As they celebrate lives intertwined, in this fond adieu.
And oh, the photo booth! A whimsical delight, Where red lights flicker, and hats take flight. Glasses perched on noses, crowns askew, Faces pressed against props, laughter breaking through.
The joyous faces, etched in time’s embrace, Capture fleeting moments, love’s tender grace. For in this congregation’s heart, forever they’ll remain, A kaleidoscope of memories, dancing in the rain. 
Feel free to share this poem with the Turnpike Lane congregation, and may their farewell be filled with warmth and laughter! 
