Fled
It simply was another night,
All were sleeping nice and tight,
In their beds of sheets pure white,
Beside the glow of candle light.
Dozing still within his bed,
Cloud appeared to be quite dead,
Until he woke, and then he said,
"Isn't it time for me to get fed?"
Tifa, yawning, woke up quick,
Alarm clock ringing, tick tick tick.
Although she felt incredibly sick,
She knew that Cloud would be a dick,
Were breakfast not done and served quite soon,
The TV turned on to his favourite cartoon.
Married life has many stresses,
Like what's the point in wearing dresses?
He won't notice, that's for sure.
Didn't hear of 'less is more'.
It can sometimes be a test,
Husband's not acting his very best.
Tifa was happy, she thought; she guessed,
At the start, she thought herself blessed.
But freedom was taken,
She was mistaken,
Thinking she could
Do them some good,
Get married fast,
Expect it to last.
Time is going,
There's nothing to do.
Sit back, surrender,
Get older, too.
When he's not eating,
He's suddenly bleating,
"Give me some beer!"
"Or I'll give you a beating!"
That was a lie,
Cloud hasn't tried
To beat up his wife.
Tifa's fists can pack quite a punch,
If he'd touched her, he'd be lunch.
Anyway, back to the plot,
Cloud was hungry; the reason was pot.
He liked to smoke it,
All the night through,
Wake up the next morning,
What's a girl to do?
Ignore his habit,
And tell him he's wrong?
Or keep your mouth shut,
And smoke it among
His stupid ass friends,
Who Tifa did hate,
She always was late,
To those dinner dates.
Cloud had a friend called Barret,
With whom he would act as a parrot,
He'd laugh at his jokes,
And roll all his smokes,
Together they acted like faggots.
But Barret was horny,
And showed it off too.
When Aeris (the slutbag)
Would uncross her legs,
He'd sit there, mouth open,
Thinking of sex.
His boner said all,
It always stood tall
Before some sexy legs.
Oh, Tifa had problems,
And many more too.
Happy, she thought,
That's all she knew.
But Cloud had a secret,
(We've all got a few)
He was shagging a mistress,
(I think you know who!)
Her name was Aeris!
A young business girl.
She sold on the streets,
Her flowers for gil.
She had not a husband,
But slept every night
Next to a man,
Oh, what a sight!
To see this poor girl,
Who thought it was right.
But then, who's to question?
Morality.
It's a tough subject…
It's not for me.
At least this Tifa thought,
As she ran to the kitchen.
She made his best dish,
And added a smidgeon
Of that weed he holds dear,
I would love a pet pigeon.
Yet it never would be mine.
"Cloud, my sweetheart!
Here you go.
A dish from me,
Now I must go."
"Where are you going?"
He asked sleepily,
"The club for sewing."
She replied (quite quickly).
Had he but known,
That she was a sinner,
He would not care,
If she returned to make dinner.
For she had a secret,
That no-one could know.
She was leaving,
She just had to go.
The train for her waited,
anticipated.
There situated
Upon the hill.
Thus she was fated,
(deliberated)
Procrastinated,
No more.
Never again was Tifa seen,
Her married life but been.
