A short poem about two old school friends.
Remember me? – I was your mate,
We sat at the desk, next to the grate.
Always together, we were best pals.
Sharing our sweets and looking at gals.
I remember sitting next to the grate,
But don’t recall you as my best mate.
His mopful of hair was as black as a boot.
You have glasses – and are bald as a coot !
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