Poetry About My Friends

Cakes

Don't get excited,

This poem isn't about cakes,

It's about my friend,

Whose nickname is Cakes.

Now we met in year six,

We both moved schools,

But I came first,

And when she arrived I thought she was pretty cool.

She takes too much time off school, 

So when she's older she'll be quite the fool,

But I guess she'll be okay,

Because I'll probably be there to save the day.

Cakes is a nice girl,

She is one of my only school friends,

And if we weren't friends I'd be a loner,

So I guess I'll have to just deal with her.

No but seriously,

She's a really good friend,

And if we weren't friends then I don't know what I would do,

My schooling would probably end.