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My Friend, Matt

by Megan

I have a friend named Matt
He likes to wear a hat
He was goon number 1
But now that show’s all done
His shoes are partly pink
And he’ll compete, we think
He asked me for a dance
I said yes, took a chance
He drives a cool golf cart
Which never falls apart
His doggie runs away
But comes home every day
Matt dances and he sings
Plays bass with just four strings
He sometimes holds my son
And now this post is done

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Anonymous February 21, 2009 - 2:23am

AHHHH….laughing my head off!
LOVE IT! You’re amazing!


Beans February 28, 2009 - 12:35am

AHHHHHHH!!!!! Really creepy!!!!!

Elise February 28, 2009 - 8:54pm

uh….how very very awkward. jk. it’s a cute poem, i’ll give you that. the person on the other hand?…;)