Sense Sonnet - Acher

Throw Blow

Alas, I'm a broken boned bride,
Who was in a plane with my groom,
When it crashed. Lucky no one died.
A tiny plane with little room,
Just the pilot along with us,
Heading out for the honeymoon.
I wanted to make a big fuss,
Throwing my bouquet like a loon,
From the plane to the crowd below.
I tossed it out into the air.
Into the rotor it did go.
It was plane stall and fall from there.

I guess it was lucky as not,
The falling plane - nobody caught.