Do you know who my friend is,
I’ll give you a clue.
He’s got a hairy chest,
Sort of looks like you.
He’s got a larger nose,
And round black boggle eyes.
He’s taller than you and me,
His head reaches high skies.
He’s white in colour,
Also black on the outside.
If you come across him,
You’d most likely run and hide.
He attracts many people,
Even thought he doesn’t know.
He’s got good taste,
Can make you sick though.
So do you think you can guess,
Go ahead if you dare.
F**k it I’ll tell you the answer,
My friend is the one and only Bundy bear.
Author notes
when im trouble, pain, need of help and dont have anyone to turn to i know i can turn to him. Good old bundeberg rum
A contest entry
- A Friend to Treasure by BluRosePoet8488.
1000 points, ended November 3, 2008, 30 entries
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Very cute. This is has a wonderful flow and rhythm. Just don't let the good old bundeberg rum flow too much okay. There are other ways to conbat the effects of loneliness and pain. If you are ever in need of someone to talk with... just contact me. I'm willing to listen. Okay? Thanks for entering. Keep the ink flowing and not the rum. LOL! Good luck!
~Donna~
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