"buffay" poems
*Ross wept when Marcel went away
and hoped, in the midst of those tears
that their souls will, again, one day
intertwine and dance and play.
Aria stepped in the darkness
with her only company – grave fear.
Dominant is the dread and terror and distress
until Spence held her hands and said, “I’m here.”
Marcel found his way
back to Ross, nonetheless
and Aria’s fears went away
as she walked hand in hand with Spence.
As I roam around this Central Perk
“It’s not your fault,” said Phoebe Buffay.
As I remain to prowl and loiter and lurk
I forgot that I’m a cat, smelly and stray.*
I meow as I hear this song subsist
To Regina Phalange, I owe all these
She may be unaware she’d done these things
Just know I’m forever grateful you exist.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
We need some zing,
call Chandler bing!
Gellers will be the tellers,
lets go for a buffet,
will you come phoebe buffay?
we will have tasty cream,
only if its rachael green.
It would be an incomplete dining,
without tribbiani.
so lets go FR.I.E.N.D.S
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC