They take their place by the pantheon of steadfast dreams
Prepared to go lavish toe to bohemian toe – swish swash, these people are all dressed in nasty gladrags to simply pretend to be
But for them, of course: the wind bags as opposed to wholehearted, quickfire upstarts
With emblazoned diamanté wings stitched strong upon
‘Til we get to sit and separate one from a dastardly other – smother the latter of which with our every next whispered wickedly kept sentiment
Near an oh so suddenly invested ear