Crashing into headstones

It was our wedding anniversary

So, he asked me if I'd like to remarry

I said hotel marriages were going out of fashion

So instead, he booked a haunted mansion

Where we befriended the local Bard

So, proud he'd authored a poem about visiting a haunted graveyard

It was soon obvious that this was where my husband wanted to re-consummate our marriage

So, to butter me up, he drove me there in a horse-drawn carriage

It was a bumpy ride and it proved difficult fitting into my twenty-something wedding dress

So, I had to pull it over my head, what a mess

We left the carriage and wandered through the tombs

So, it was inevitable that I would stumble and fall into the gloom

But unfortunately, not into his waiting arms

So, he called me a clumsy cow, and he'd lost all his charms

You are right, this tale is about to get gory

So, you should know there is a moral to this story

Sticks and stones will break my bones

So will crashing into headstones

Foot Note: I thought it would be a nice idea to start this tetralogy with a funny Rhyme, each of the four will come in a different form.