1610 – My Friends Stink

My Friends Stink
To a skunk, the whole world smells like daisies.

My Best Friend

My best friend smells an awful lot like feet,
and I can hardly stand to watch her eat.
Her shoes are old. She doesn’t dress so well.
She’s terrible at math. She cannot spell.
She runs too slow and loses every race.
She has a giant wart upon her face.
She may not be the best at lots of stuff,
but my best friend is nice, and that’s enough.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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