Poem: My Best Friend And Me.
My Best Friend And Me
.
My closest friend
Is a rat-bag.
She steals my guys
And gives me hag.
.
Half of my gear
Is on her back
Why don’t I give
The bitch the sack.
.
Perhaps it’s cause
She’s always there,
And best of all
She cuts my hair.
.
Or could it be
She’s always game,
Though things may change
She stays the same.
.
Or do I stay
Because she’s tough
And if I left
She’d beat me up.
.
The reason is
Quite clear to see,
I love her ‘cos
She’s just like me!
.
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