Here is my friend group,
Being an endless loop!
Some are as shut as a new bud,
By whom silence is loved!
Some, out of the ordinary,
Think that never to be there is merry!
And how can I forget about the speaking machines,
Who lay their tales for us, as cuisines!
Here who comes the medic,
Who will go crazy if you are sick!
Jumps in the class clown,
Through whose jokes, in laughs, we drown.
No offense, but thats me,
And I get the crown!
