He didn't find fault in her.
He was just a moron.
Couldn't cope with a son,
So had to go and run
Far away.
Fast forward five years.
She's dried up her tears
And walked next to a man
Who likes this boy
Even bought him a toy
Today.
The groom is dead-pan
He's lost even his latest fan.
She didn't think much of him
Loves the image of his grin.
He wonders who the bride
Might be having by her side
At bay.
You know how the story
Goes. He barges the homey
Life she has now, wanting
Her back. Simply self-serving
His own means and desires
Causing sparks in all her wires.
What dismay!
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