I have a friend who has been going through a rather tricky time of late. Summer, which should be a time of freedom and relaxation for her, has been just the opposite.
Several years ago I wrote a small poem for SB’s birthday, which I am going to share (because who doesn’t enjoy a bit of cheesy sentimental poetry now and again?).
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she whose pole dancing deserves a show of it’s own
who can vogue with the best,
even when dancing alone,
whose Rook playing skills
aren’t bad, I’ll admit,
but with glances aside,
improve quite a bit.
whose remarks always remain without malice or spite,
who acts like a drunken sailor when kept up at night,
who is a card carrying member of the Stark-haters club,
and a future purveyor of my friend-inclusive pub,
this woman I speak of, for those who are slow,
is a friend among friends,
and one I’m grateful to know.
Lovley! she is lucky to have you as a friend!