The Right ToyThe Right Toy
you make me a toy, shiny and bright,
gave it to me, in my sorry plight.
I didn't like it, in defense I bite
at your gift with words that night,
which could have hurt you in a darker light.
our friendship was close, and we were tight,
it's easily broken and it just might.
but I know for sure, it's nothing to excite,
to save this ship you will fight.
you were always one, pleasant at sight,
simply because you were just right.
as much as I told you to take a hike,
I absolutely miss riding on your bike.
Charmaine at 7:13 PM