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.