I have a friend called Barnabas,
He’s a nice guy and never an ass,
His model friend smokes bongs,
And on his blog he writes songs.
We invited him to a party last night,
Enjoy it, we though he might.
His date stood him up and left him a ditch,
Usualy I would say “what a bitch”.
With his replacement date he came,
But I must say she was a bit lame.
She was tired and unhappy,
And i hope Barnabas didn’t feel crappy.
They bailed the place and went for sushi,
But we didn’t get all too mushy
So thus this short badly rhimed story end,
And I hope song writing isn’t a trend.
