Friday, November 19, 2010

My Dear Friend

I had a dear friend,

They always played
They always strayed
They were always loyal
Their were fun to boil
They were fun to eat
Nothing's better then venison meat

I miss my deer friend.

1 comment:

  1. I notice now a disturbing trend with you and familiarity with animals. A human should have human pride, which I think you are lacking, with your wish to be a breakfast confection married with a dairy product in a none-too-appetizing fashion.

    Note: Bears are exempt to this, because bears are awesome.

    You did rhyme though, so my mercy I shower upon you.