As he looks around my shed,
I’ll bring it back tomorrow,
Providing I’m not dead.
Yesterday he borrowed it,
And today is almost tomorrow,
He’ll bring it back I know he will,
I’m sure he said just borrow.
Here he comes he’s got my tool,
Its only three days late,
But I could never yell at him,
Cos’ he just called me his mate.
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i like this poem a lot