Sailing The Veil-boat

Belly, what a waste 
And eating all in haste, 
Not knowing that it's laced: 
Poison that I can't taste. 
We hoped the tasty frees, 
"Please guide us where we please", 
Not seeing that he sees, 
We're really pulled on skis. 
Then savior front door, 
Knock-knock open wide, 
Despite being poor, 
We're rich as his bride. 

Danger to us, 
No more dangerous, 
He fashioned a sail made out of the veil.
So now I'm his bride, 
But then so is my wife, 
And daily to abide, 
He keeps us on the ride