He was a worrywart.
Because his best friend kept trying to steal his girlfriend's heart.
His best friend was handsome and smart.
And he had wanted her from the start.
But his best friend was no competition.
Because he had a good handle on the love situation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Like the old saying goes, Lamar, With friends like that, who needs enemies? Luckily for him, he had a good handle on the love situation! : -)