On my wedding day

Standing at the altar with a thought in my head,
Of no other women with me in bed,
But a new kind of feeling takes over my mind,
Of a cow, a horse and a goats behind.

Slowly but faintly in the distance I could see,
A fat and round figure, my wife to be,
Walking down that aisle, in a Sleeveless gown,
I was thinking to my self, God, let me not frown.

She reached the alter and I took her hand,
With the sound of the trumpet in the church band,
The readings were done and the ceremony began,
It was then that I knew I was the right man.

Again and again it haunts me though,
Every single time I walk out that church door,
Now we are married two years and a half,
And have a baby who looks like a calf.