Thursday, 31 July 2014

Buss for my Chum

Heart's a kinda pear,
Thou hath made t a spear.

Chit -Chats when heart's empty,
Phone-Calls when heart's dumpy,

Yet thee forgot thou bestie,
When thee mingled with Westie.

Thou heart lend to a buck,
Triggy little won by luck.

Alter ego meant aught,
Anon belike to avaunt.

Now thou art wish to be asunder,
Pals known each other to wander.

Thou dared the ton of stones,
But never thee shall win the waves.