My verse
This is a story of the most stunning magician,
Who created an act with the most lovely assistant,
He thought the pair were permanent, that they'd designed a life,
And would always stand on stage, staying side by side,
But one day the magician performed the greatest of tricks,
He made his assistant disappear and float away in the wind,
There is no team when the magic starts to drift away,
And this is not something a revealed card could ever change,
He did it with one woman and a bottle of Scotch in him,
I watched it all from the back so I was sort of the audience,
Like an escapist, she had to get out to survive,
Cause he had wrecked their act with his mountains of lies,
A powerful weapon's removed when you're disarming the magic,
There's no disparaging the havoc behind a sparkly jacket,
His love displayed is now thought to be trickery,
Cause magic is never real, it's beyond our ability,
If only the kids watching ever knew it's fake,
Well not me; my outlook is disputed, my view has changed,
It's a relationship cut in two, never being undone,
But I guess that just happens when dad's cheating on mum.
Last edited by Hubert Cumberdale; 11-09-2013 at 02:53 PM.
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