A Not So Stealthy Bomber
It began as a passing fancy,
or so it was described
A flash in the pan, Oh! Mercy!
Coming in, and then out like the tide
The years some said, would make a difference
when the boredom of time settles in
Surely, this love will have ended
twice as fast as it did begin
So wished those of envious displeasure,
with ears full of septic-like waste
Lips that could make crystal shatter
and tongues layered with a vulgar distaste
To dispatch these rogues of their language,
would to me be like swatting a fly
But as the tin cans followed behind us,
it was sweeter just to tell them good-bye!
Narrator: "The story you've just read is true. The color was changed to protect the innocence of the bride...when nothing else would".
Just out looking for the real me...