They’re there to be seen, Their thoughts are their own. Their partner is their only saviour, They’re currently living in their mobile home.
They’re trailer trash, in their home over there, They love their partner, for they’re always there. They’re there to comfort their daughter, like she was theirs; They’re never quite sure if their lover is truly theirs forever.
For there seems to be no trust in their lover, For they are paranoid their love isn’t just theirs, But also another’s. Their mothers were there on their wedding day; They’re still together in their own place over there.
Amongst their friends over there; there my dear, over there. Amongst their enemies, they’re there for their friends, Whenever their friends need their love, They’re always there to give them love; Because their friends are there for them To help them with their chores.
They’re over there in their caravan dying their hair. For they’re bored of their life, lover, Their home and their friends.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
This poem was written simply because there are three versions of 'there'. It has no other reason.