Output

Fridays are for friends,

Making amends,

because there will be sushi,

some wasabi,

Among us,

Enemies.

Thus!

Fridays are my friend,

Being kind,

to dine,

I know I am fine,

between my paradigm.

I am my friend,

because my friend,

Friday.

Says, sayonara!

would you like carbonara?

I don’t know…maybe, you will tell me;

lets go, we will have a falafel,

if only, it wasn’t for that enemy,

Separating me,

From me to me,

Because I’ve not known,

A person just for me, who is kind.

How do I explain?

Holding my hand.