In the photo's on the walls

A poem I wrote as a Chiristmas present for my best friend. It tells of all our adventures.

Throughout the days we've spent together,
It's hard to name just one,
So here's a little poem,
It's short and sweet enough,
For us to remember in all the years to come.

There was Mildred
And a lemming,
A paranoid one at that.

There were pirates
And robots
A a very tall hat.

We've see clouds shaped like horses
And another shaped like a fish
And I also remember that cloud we saw,
That was shaped like Moby's dick.

There was that time with that celebrity,
I think her name was Cher
And not forgetting the time we spent,
When ET was here.

You name it,
We've done it,
It's always written down.
Either in our hearts or in our minds,
Or in the photo's on the walls.

So here's to you, my best of friend,
I raise my glass to toast,
All the years we've had together
And all the years to come.