To a Poetfriend
Dear poetfriend, have I expressed
My sentiment that you're the best?
Supremely gifted, not so tall,
You've never played pro basketball.
You're unbegrudgingly quite kind;
You have a keen capacious mind.
Your work comes in all shapes and sizes:
You need eleven Nobel Prizes!
That's one for Peace and one for Lit,
And one for Fingal O'Flahertie's wit;
One for the milk that's in the fridge,
And one for singing London Bridge;
One for the cat that lives next door,
One for the mouse's deafening roar,
One for the glasses on your face,
One for the shoes I'd gladly lace;
Another, if you move to Maine,
Bringing that wild electric brain;
And one last prize, you'll comprehend,
Is just because you are my friend.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-02-13 at 05:28
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