B.F.F

Five years passed,

When we had first met,

In the mall,

Where we went,

To have something,

As cool as an Ice-cream,

Where we ate some chips which were fried green,

They were not soo tasty,

We had had soo much fun,

That all our hair was nasty,

She told me that her name was Katy,

And she lived near the road named Hastie,

We always met as our moms were the besties,

And now it's been two years I miss all my besties,

This poem is just for fun. For all my best friends.