Playing a trick,
On a good friend,
Can never signify,
The relationship end.
A funny little gag,
The ol' switcharoo,
Left us waiting, watching,
Nothing else to do.
A little misplacement,
For our own laughter,
Waiting in anticipation,
With what might happen after.
A bad detective he'd be,
Seemingly blind,
Our friend struggles,
His hat, he won't find.
A good friend indeed,
But I wonder what'll go down,
With our hats replaced,
Will he laugh or frown?
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
Playing a trick,
On a good friend,
Can never signify,
The relationship end.
A funny little gag,
The ol' switcharoo,
Left us waiting, watching,
Nothing else to do.
A little misplacement,
For our own laughter,
Waiting in anticipation,
With what might happen after.
A bad detective he'd be,
Seemingly blind,
Our friend struggles,
His hat, he won't find.
A good friend indeed,
But I wonder what'll go down,
With our hats replaced,
Will he laugh or frown?
Yes, my friend and I switched his hat out for mine and we are waiting for him to realise what is happening. Once he does... well, we'll see.
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