"Bad Hair Day" or "All's Well That Ends Well" (PPOW-she)

The threshers threshed the wheat, the fishers fished the sea

The polishers polished tarnished spoons, and washers washed the dishes

Yet too soon, the ushers ushered in well-wishers wishing their best wishes

As she sat-shedding gushers from long lashed blues-disheveled, shell shocked; Shelby

Bushels of brushes were brandished, with the brashest of hopes dashed

An unblemished ashen face, framed by cockleshell tangles, mouthed banshee curses

While gatecrashers fleshed hushed gossip, sheathed hostilities flourished in new crisis

Kosher love blushed and languished as Sheldon pushed into the plushest room, trashed

Replenished tears fell as the shearer with shears, sheared her locks as naked sheep

But sheepishly, Sheldon sheltered Shelby from name smashers in any tabloid sheet

Fears smooshed by established fortitude, two tushes walked unabashed, as flashes repeat

Finished vows relinquished harshest scoresheet, of beauty, as sheer agony found defeat

The threshers, fishers, polishers, washers, ushers and all

Even the brush-brandishers and the shearer that sheared Shelbys' locks

Stonewashed the tale of the wedding and the sheen they all seem to recall

As served sherry and sherbet, the old couple relishes photos they've kept in a box