
| My Friends
Author: LonelyPenguin description of my friends, which features the Chaucer's style
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 645 - Published: 11-08-05 - id: 2044655
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My Friends
Kebin Kebin he's so charming
No dinosaurs alarming
Nor would witches do harming
So I present you with this Cherubim
No wicked wag could ever scorn
As blue as he is
Merciless he kiss
To that poor penguin cliffy
Or that black man, who came up with ducky
No green he supports
So the blacks' got no resort
Although there is a family
Three of them live with no plea
Their name is JCB
Malicious they glee
Indulgence they spree
There lies a nice young fellow
No one ever so mellow
Let Toni be the name
For Johnnie there to tame
A wicked banshee is also present
Her tainted voice is there to torment
Or else she sings your last lament
No good deeds will she ever intent
Who would want to name their son
A toy in a box, else known as Jack
Nevertheless, as pimp as he is
Game I would say, be he a whiz
A spiky porcupine goes by Will
Violence he resolve, can not be so ill
Your xxx he would find to drill
For his desire ready to fulfill
There is also my heater
A school he's named
Can he be no maimed
Or could he be proclaimed
James my friend,
Could be so melancholy
Yellow is his last name
Never is it so transcend
Another bald, young, fanatic monk
A different of him, no chronic drunk
A road he possess
On top of his head
Fashion he calls, I make fun instead
Have anyone ever watch the Simpson's
If yes then she should be the youngest
There you would guess,
Maggie you would suggest
Yes I would stress
Anyone here a basketball fan
Cause YaoMing I see,
Almost everyday
He's not much taller than me I would say
More like 20 cm or a foot short
So what can I say about the luckiness of mine
To see a basketball star,
Everyday in life
Of whom would menopause in such young age
But when you tell him, he would go in rage
A high forehead is what he bear
People see, and they glare
If I were he, would I be despair
But as dull as he, not to be aware
In contrary there's a guy
The hairiest man, no one can deny
Mark he is, to be marked he says
Annoying is he, all words are his
Same name as bald, a whitey he present
Such pale skin, mature he resembles
But I don't know what I can say
To make myself not be slay
Now let me tell you about the three black men
The first is Brian, who I condemn
His wish is to be tan
Since middle school it began
And the passion never dies like flame
The second one would be Jack
The only thing he's interest is to hack
Like a girl's body or some horny things
So no good news will he ever bring
Last but not least, the might Charles
What he's good at is to snarls
The only thing about him is that
Too cocky he is, sometimes splat
As I have mentioned before that Toni's husband
Peremptory requests he would demand
What Johnnie possess is his neat writing
As if it's done by girls, would I suspecting
Unbelievable I know, by writing kenning
O Star of David or star of common
No one in the world can be like as falcon
He swing the hockey sticks faster than anyone
Before you've realized or to make a pun
It is time for penguin I
For myself to think of a line
People who see me would think me shy
But really if you do know me well
That statement is quite frail
Unless you are drinking the London ale
Then recognizing me, should you fail
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