All those things
I did it once,you know,
the big white,
hundreds of guests
a bloody great sword
for cutting the cake
and a cringing speech,
drank too much
and kissed the usher,
had this weird button
to hitch a train to
and danced with a man
who had mothballs
in his pocket,
took my disabled cousin
onto the floor,
how he laughed,
I was always his
madcap cousin,
I once took him
on a hell raising ride
across London
and got very annoyed
when a woman condescendingly
talked down to him.
Yep, I did it once that way
but I still prefer the first time
in tattered shorts
and a balloon that a little girl gave me
and I had a crooked fringe
and chipped toe nail varnish,
that was the best
far removed from pomp and ceremony,
Some things in life
just don't have to be complicated,
they just have to be.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-08-01 at 20:39
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