Staring down there
at the picture of your wedding
(In Leeds)
I notice the Fat Bride.
Fat arms
Fat back
Pouring out of that white
'Virginal' dress.
It was you that kept her pure.
In spite of your 'love'
You didn't make it happen
Were totally inept
I knew when you left
Last time
That you'd revert to type.
The Fat 'Virginal' Bride
I clicked links
Posting pictures in my mind
Confirmed my suspicions
From the dawn of our time
You never 'cared'
Full of 'could haves'
Meant to 'spare me'
Just f**ked me up
So be happy
Please
With your Fat Bride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem