I am Tart's Best Friend.

Poem to Tart.

We have been best of friends since we were four,
We met when I came up to your door.
We have a box we call our "Vault,"
Please never join a group like a cult.

In our "Vault" are many pictures and notes,
I like to drink Root Beer Floats.
We make fun of boys who wrote us love letters,
They are all in our past and have made us so much better.

We have grown up so fast and still feel young,
A funny word that rhymes with "young" is "dung."
Even though we're still basically the same,
We'll never forget the times when we used to play the "Bank Game."

We are going to get married and be each others Maid-of-Honors,
The only thing that rhymes with "Honor" is my cousin named "Connor."
If you don't get me a stripper for my Bachorlette party you're fired,
Make sure that he knows that clothing is NOT required.

We've had other acquaintances that have tried to be our exclusive friends,
We both got tired of them and kicked them to the bend.
They could never match what we have so diligently worked on,
Fun Fact: "Step by Step" by the New Kids on the Block is still one of my favorite songs.

We have so much fun together,
Reading, watching Food Network and drinking Margaritas from a blender.
If one day, it ever may be that we are apart,
You must always know that I love my Tart.