YUN, Losers, and a Morale with No Bearing on the Poem Itself
A/N: This is about one of my best friends who moved away a while ago. I miss her very much (as mentioned in the poem). None who read this will understand most of the stuff in quotes, if any, because they are all inside jokes that we had. Enjoy!
All the "good times" stopped
When you left that day
Hearing all these old songs
We used to dance and sing to
I'm torn from today
I reminisce
And I recall
You and I were so "loserific"
On our way to "Loser College"
Making bookmarks
Putting on plays
Like "The Scott Tissue Space Mission"
I miss those times
When we would dash
Heroically down the light pavement
Singing "YUN 4900 and 6
Loser like Slick!"
And kicking our feet out to the side
On "Slick!"
All because of a license plate
Getting up at 9 A.M.
Just to be ready for your 10 o'clock call
We would then go rake
The neighbor's yard
And sing, talk, and laugh
All while making a good $20
Spending our nights writing
Planning things we could do
"Board games, treasure hunt
Sock puppets, stare at wall"
The really sad thing is
We actually did all that
And who could forget
"The Spaghettio March"
Dancing to that little tune we made
Is so much silly fun
And we never did finish
"The Idiotic Table of Elements"
We need to do that
But you're over in Japan
Thirteen hours ahead
I think you always were ahead maturity-wise
In the "Cream Team" and the "Blub Club"
You were the one
Who made sure I would "breathe friendly"
Made sure I could confidently
"Surf the carpeted seas"
With great ease
Indeed
Because whenever I couldn't
Believe it wasn't butter
You and I would look at our
"Sacred stuff" in our memory boxes
And reminise
Now, I can read through our
"Book of Quotes" or "Our Book"
I can read through the MASH's
All the times I drove a "Tissue 2000"
And married Yoda
Had 1,234,567 kids
And a pet Klondike bar
I can reinact our adventures
Our dramatic plays
With "Issue the Tissue"
Achoo!
And "Recycling Bin"
"Trash Can" and "Houston"
But I can't really go back
To when we were still so close
You were my best friend
You still are
You know me the best
Of course, I guess I'm that predictable
I'm that forgetful too
Still haven't sent your Christmas gifts
But I have to be honest
I spent the most time and money on you
Cause I knew you'd love
This and that
Cause I know you
So, although this friendship
Has been seperated
By the U.S.A. and Pacific
And even though
"The Banana-nana-nana Co. Ind. Inc. Factory"
Has shut down
We will still always be like sisters
Because you know me the best of all
And you just get the way I think
And so, to keep with tradition
The "cheesy" part of this poem
The moral:
"Scott Tissues can be purchased
At your local grocery store"