Friendship Turned Sour Poem by Timothy Long

I wanted him to be a buddy, I wanted him to be my friend, but it didn't matter in the end, he chose her that much is true, in that fact makes me blue, he was a fool with her, he acted quite bad, it always made me quite sad, he is going to propose, it is totally a trap, proving he is a sap, with the friendship in doubt, sometimes it's better to tap, a lap dog I will not be, sometimes to end, will set you free.