They’re there for their friends
They’re there to be seen,
Their thoughts are their own.
Their partner is their only saviour,
They’re currently living in their mobile home.
They’re trailer trash, in their home over there.
They love their partner, for they’re always there.
They’re there to comfort their daughter, like she was theirs;
They’re never quite sure if their lover, is truly theirs...forever.
For there seems to be no trust in their lover,
For they are paranoid their love isn’t just theirs,
But also another’s.
Their mother's were there on their wedding day;
They’re still together in their own place over there.
Amongst their friends over there; there my dear, over there.
Amongst their enemies, they’re there for their friends,
Whenever their friends need their love,
They’re always there to give them love;
Because their friends are there for them
To help them with their chores.
They’re over there in their caravan dying their hair.
For they’re bored of their life, lover,
Their home and their friends.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: April 19th, 2020 11:50
- Category: Short story
- Views: 8
Comments1
I really enjoyed this and smiled throughout.
Are you going to do one about two too?
Thank you. I will leave that for you to do. I wrote this a long time ago to emphasize the fact there are three their's, but you feel free to write about the two, too, to's. It is more difficult to write this kind of poem than you think it will be.
Peace, love and empathy.
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