dear john i'm sorry ive left you
i've the deepest regrets
never knew you wanted me to
find out you had torrets
you swore throughout the wedding
told my mum she's a bitch
knew exactly where you were heading
because my parents are rich
bridesmaids were dismayed
vicar said you were a disgrace
knew you temper frayed
when you spat on his face
now i know your not well
know your missing wobbly bits
sorry for locking you in cell
lots of love from fritz
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I like your sense of humour. Beautiful poem, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing.