My Best Friend
My best friend smells an awful lot like feet,
and my, oh my, she’s messy when she eats.
Her shoes are old. She doesn’t dress that well.
She’s terrible at math, and cannot spell.
She runs too slow and loses every race,
and 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.
