We were the best of pals
Sticking together through the good and the bad
Sneering at very mocking eye
And celebrating the zest of life
The bulge of the apple
Fought with many a shirt
And the wiggle spruced up
My every buoyant step
When sprinting with glee
My belly waltzed inside
The steps immaculate in order
And the rhythm putting experts to shame
Many a winter night when
The world needed something to cling on
My belly gave the bulging handles
For the loved ones to lean and hold
An unselfish relation
We remained true to each other
It saved me the ogles and I
Saved it from hunger and thirst
We were inseparable
The bond known to none
A relation with no riders
No obligation or no promise
Sunday, August 31, 2008
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