103 - Mates

A friend of mine once robbed a bank

And drove away in an army tank

Tried to cross a river, but he sank

The smell afterwards was pretty rank

Another friend he had a gun

Tried to aim it at the sun

Went totally blind but not to be undone

Drove a Ferrari in Formula One

And then there was my mate Pete

Lots of things he liked to eat

Like metal, plastic and concrete

Although I think he used to cheat

Many of us have our own strange ways

Of doing things in these troubled days

Me? I like to make up shit

One day I’ll tell you ‘bout my mate Schmidt

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume One, available from the Shop!

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