I tell of a story, lost long ago
A story of love, that never grew old
It may have been, before your time
Or maybe it was just not during your prime
Whatever the reason, you don't know of this
I will tell you the tale, show you how it fits
A boy meets a girl, in his back yard
And from then on he knows she's his tump card
A friend comes along and joins the bunch
And added asset we'll call him, one to crunch
The disposition he makes, affects them none
But just wait, you'll see his role I'm not done
This show I talk of, Boy meets world
I used to watch when in my comforter, I was curled
Now it seems to play a role in our day
Yes, the friend I speek of is Mincus...Hurray!!...?..(I guess...just needed to be there for the poem to work)
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