Ode To Baboon Face
Can't recall a time before you that
I'd ever laughed so loud
I hear the music clearer now
When all I heard was sound
You taught me how to drink and toke
Like real teenagers do
And brought me cups of chicken soup
When I had colds and flu
It hasn't always been this way though
Not always platonic
For the first day we ever met the hate
I felt was chronic
Your belly laugh, your squeeky voice
Your gappy goofy teeth
The way your pants fall off your ass
Whoever would believe
That one day I would laugh like you, at you
At everything
Who knew behind your baboon face that
You could bloody sing
Your pudgy hands would grasp the neck
Of your beloved guitar
The only thing you played that day happened
To be my heart
From hate to love, then afterall it's back
To being friends
I'll be forever grateful that you drive me
Round the bend!
I wouldn't change one piece or part or thing
That makes you,you
So thanks for all the feral times
For the hullabaloo
20th July 2011
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2011
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