Here is a poem about a faded friendship, one that died after someone changed their whole personality and moved on.
A partial quote from The Fast Show, the Gideon Soames sketch
He had a room full of used tissues which he would discard randomly as he moved between marriages, like a cat. For in the fifty-four years he was on this earth he did sire over a thousand children, many of whom are alive to this day. And if we listen closely, we can still hear their cries, as they fought for his attentions…” “Look father, I have drawn a castle. Am I not clever?” In later years he deeply regretted the misuse of his penis and would lie for hours in the back bedroom, eating eggy fingers, and making a mess of his waistcoat.
