Imaginary Friend

I fell in love with my imaginary friend

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I must’ve looked silly with my arm around my waist,
As I rode down a Nice road to an all too familiar place.

People would have stared when I laughed with an empty chair,
Leaving half a quiche behind and paying for just that share.

No I wasn’t crazy, but this may be hard to comprehend –
I fell in love with my imaginary friend.

Waiters found it awkward and I don’t blame them too,
Lord knows that I have always been seen eating buffets for two.

I’ve gotten drunk on whiskey – topped up with Jacobs Creek,
I’ve danced like a Bollywood item girl, and I have been called a freak!

No I wasn’t crazy, but this may be hard to comprehend –
I fell in love with my imaginary friend.

Like all good romances, one Monday morning, it came to an end;
It’s now tables for one, whiskey or rum and TV on the weekend.

On the other hand, Romance is bland. Yes, that pun was intended;
I tired to win her back but like a good Indian lad, all I got was offended.

No I wasn’t crazy, but this may be hard to comprehend –
I once fell in love with my imaginary friend.

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