Once again my friend,
I am put second to everything,
I can't help but feel unwanted,
As if I dont mean a thing,
An unwanted rain cloud,
In a photographers summer scene,
Beans on toast, topped with cheese,
When she wants fine french cuisine,
I am put second, as usual,
Noone initially thinks of me,
Unless they've thought of everything else,
Because anything else is better, you see?