Ev My Good Friend

I remember the day when I first met Ev,
he would become the best of friends,
He loved to chat and take me out to eat,
when I lived on Iglehart Street.
One night late at night,
a thug stole my keys, I was filled with fright.
I called Ev and he came to see what went on,
we looked for my purse in dumpsters, but it was long gone.
Then of course we went to eat down at Denny's when
I said without a bleep and real discrete,
'Ev we have to get back to my car,
I know thug might drive it off quite far.'
Sure enough when we get back,
my car was stolen with not much gas.
Of course later we get car out of impound lot,
it came to so much money which was a lot.
More interesting times to come over the years,
thank you Ev for the memories I hold so dear.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 15,2012
www.suechevalier.com

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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