She wore her brand new red dress
Found the time as she left in a rush
To take her make-up and toothbrush
For a seven hour dinner date
With her new mate
Makes us all feel second rate
Ugly, naive, overweight
We needed her time she made a fuss
The truth I did suss
For she had only time to cuss
And none for us
Forward now we carefully tread
Hope becomes dread
Happiness, pain instead
With whom else did she share a bed?
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