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Larry is my beast, my man
That just so happens to be
The very best, beastly man
That has come to live with me
**
He sits in my locker all school day
And never ever comes out to play
Instead he just speaks with me
Always keeping me company
**
Larry only has three friends
But on some days it just depends
On whether or not he wants to stay
With Deadbody, Trenchie, and me that day
**
Larry and Deadbody always fight
On who is wrong and who is right
They won’t stop until they see
That they were made differently
**
Trenchie’s the one to tell them this
For she was made by a different seamstress
A dear friend of mine, named Abby
Somehow came to make Trenchie
**
Larry, Trenchie, and Deadbody
Live with me most happily
But the beast who makes their day
Is Larry, Larry all the way
**
Larry is my beast, my man
That just so happens to be
The very best, beastly man
That has come to live with me
This poem/song was written for a little Zombie person I made. Larry was an idea I had at the beginning of 8th grade. I drew a little doodle and came up with a story of how he lived in my locker. Sometimes he even ran away to go to McDonalds. He loves those Big Macs. I decided that someday I would actually MAKE Larry into some stuffed toy or whatever. So I did.
Deadbody is my first homemade creation. He’s just a head. Like those shrunken heads. He pretty much looks like a black onion. Trenchie is just like Deadbody except small, brown, and she’s made out of felted dog fur (and she has a cute little ribbon in her hair).
You may be thinking, “You’re too old to have imaginary friends!” but they aren’t imaginary. They are actual objects that I can hold in my hand. Yeah, sure they can’t talk back, but it’s more of someone listening than someone to converse with. Anyhoo, I love my mute little friends.
