Wednesday, 6 January 2010


My best friend is Kevin,
Who’s unlike a recluse,
His fingernails are shorter,
And his body’s less abused.
He doesn’t have a beard,
And he never shoots up dope,
But he drinks more than a rock star,
And smokes more than the pope.

His food intake is minimal,
Compared to factory hens,
But he knows good conversation,
And the value of his friends.
His music tastes are varied,
And he’s got the sex drive of a beast,
And I hope his Irish eyes are smiling
At the current state of peace.

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