Rear End Poem by Lamar Cole

Rear End



His best friend gave him problems to no end.
He wanted to kick him in his rear end.
His best friend drank all of his Budweiser Beer.
And stole his girlfriend so dear.
His best friend would come over and eat all of his food.
This always put him in a bad mood.

Saturday, February 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success