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I have a friend I hold so dear I love him more than life. To me he's always very near, Much more than kids or wife. DO NOT STEAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL! This poem copyright 1995, 2006 by Robert H. Beeman. I know his ever-watchful eye is always fixed on me He'll be my friend until I die: I speak of my TV! DO NOT STEAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL! This poem copyright 1995, 2006 by Robert H. Beeman. He sends such wondrous things my way, And fills me with delight. With games and soaps and play-by-play From dawn 'till late at night. DO NOT STEAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL! This poem copyright 1995, 2006 by Robert H. Beeman. There's movies, news, and so much more Like fights on pay-per-view, And when they fight some far-off war, He lets me watch that too! DO NOT STEAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL! This poem copyright 1995, 2006 by Robert H. Beeman. And so, my friend, I'll give thee praise Though others scorn and scoff: My family knows the hell I'd raise If someone turned you off! DO NOT STEAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL! This poem copyright 1995, 2006 by Robert H. Beeman. But now I fear my life's too short With you to call my own, I'll always want "The People's Court" And one more "Twilight Zone". DO NOT STEAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL! This poem copyright 1995, 2006 by Robert H. Beeman. So when, at last, I fade to black, Please grant my final wish: Just lay my bones to rest in back, Out there - beneath the dish. - R. H. Beeman © 1995, 2006. All Rights Reserved. |
Traditional ballad form with 4-line stanzas of 4,3,4,3 anapestic feet, and an ABAB rhyme scheme.
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