Who is my best friend?
I have many but only one.
My teacher is myself.
How are you my best friend?
I am always there for you.
Then you are my tick.
Why are you my best friend?
I am always true.
Verily, I say.
Bull.
Author’s note: A short poem based on a phone call received today at 12:45PM from the moronic, fat one.
Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!