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Confetti

Weddings evoked grief

For someone like Walter

With memories of being

Left stranded at the altar

 

Still dreaming of the one

Who shafted him badly

He'd wake up screaming

Bandy legs kicking madly

 

One dream, of making love

To an Amazon stunner

Got to the tipping point

But she'd done a runner

 

He sought a therapist

A woman of renown

Arson took her surgery

She too let him down

 

His mate getting wed,

Asked to be best man

Hit on by a bridesmaid

Of no uncertain span

 

Finally he's in the sack!

Wakes, no sign of Willow

Another bad dream?

Confetti on the pillow

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◄ In The Foyer Of Hotel Lonely

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