Ode to Nickers

To my Nickers, no, not pants Nor under garments.. I could not wear you Cause you are human, you are true You a friend, each day new My silver faced, purpled liped G.I Jane alien buddy forever And what time is it? Yo, I think it's time to go to work, Time to tell T and C, what we think about thee Cause you know he wants you and yeah He wanted me..But who couldn't? Does my hair still stand on end? Yeah, I know, it takes a true friend To understand such stupid loons Nickers, My nickies.. Will we ever get hickies? No, I didn't think so... HEY! There's a chicken on your eye ...No, would I lie about that? You know, Helli really is fat You will always be Nickers, cause Your name always was a bit long to write And you will always be Nikxi, Cause I could never really type Nicki that well The summers we had, the fights we got through Who would have known, I would meet you? At a 'women's festival' what the hell is that anyway? I don't know, my mom made me go.. 11 and stupid Met next to the rabbit show It's amazing how charcolish friendships grow A lesson in Backstreet, A sign to Nsync(STINK) A little Alanis, kinda made me think You're a better friend than I thought You're almost all I've got We're Torn Apart, And I guess we still owe Each other that tattoo, OUCH but you first Remember, Torn Apart, always and forever Through miles apart, growing lives together Best friends we will be, I hope you know My Nickers, how much you mean to meA poem about my best friend.. She better read it, DANG IT! Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 05:52 PM PST, Sharon    0 • 18 • 8