We lay our scene in a quiet canteen,

where elders sat grazing their lunch.

When in blew a twirl of younger set girls.

A group. A gaggle. The Bunch.

 

With high pitching drones of Californian tones,

they nestled and settled their flock.

Then moving as one they switch their phones on

- a natural feat of Attenborough stock.

 

But drama's afoot as the ladies all tut.

A status has captured their eye.

The Alpha’s new mate, somewhat absent of late,

seems to have spun her a lie.

 

“Why is he listed as single?”

cried Alpha as she thumbed her new phone.

The Beta’s all frowned as the Alpha broke down.

It seems she’s in the ‘Friend’ zone.

 

“After all that you’ve done” cried all and cried one.

“You need to text him and worse!”

But working ahead, the Alpha (now red)

was thumping out chapter and verse.

 

They asked what she said and the Alpha then read

the heartache now scrolled on her screen.

To spare you the worst and many a fine curse,

here’s a quick snip from The Queen:

 

“I thought we had something special.

I thought we were soul mates and more.

But clearly I see it isn’t just me

you promised a love that you swore.

 

You've sold me a whopper and shown me up, proper.

You’ve caused me nothing but pain.

Unless I misread and it's all in my head,

then I’d love to see you again!x”

 

It was hardly Shakespeare and Keats.

 

But few could deny the girl meant her cry,

as her heart skipped a few beats.

 

It seems the smallest frustration can turn painful sensation,

in a youth we don't understand.

This brand new creation, this ‘Snowflake Generation’,

this delicate genetic strand.

 

But maybe there's hope in their horoscope,

as with pain we often grow strong.

Their molehills a mountain, a million dramas and counting,

they could be the best to come along...

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