I’m no knocker
no tattle tale
but I was at the front
of her big parade
remember me?
I was the arsehole
with the big bass drum
counting steps
and keeping time
with regimental
precision
.
everything was cushty
everything was sweet
until the rain
put the mockers
on her big day
there were tantrums
there were tears
she put on quite
a performance
and in all honesty
she preferred it that way
.
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