My First Best Friend
by Jack Prelutsky
My first best friend is Awful Ann—
she socked me in the eye.
My second best is Sneaky Sam—
he tried to swipe my pie.
My third best friend is Max the Rat—
he trampled on my toes.
My fourth best friend is Nasty Nell—
She almost broke my nose.
My fifth best friend is Ted the Toad—
he kicked me in the knee.
My sixth best friend is Grumpy Gail—
she's always mean to me.
My seventh best is Monster Moe—
he often plays too rough.
That's all the friends I've got right now—
I think I've got enough.
I don't know if there is deep meaning inside this poem or not, I just think this poem is about bad memories about poet and poet's friends and why the poet hated his friends.
I chose this poem because reading a poem is really difficult thing for me to do and it seems easy to understand. Also, this poem is kind of related to me. Even though I think someone is really a good friend, sometimes you hate your friend. Also, later you might fight with your friend and change your best friend. I think this is what most of the people around my age does and this poem just seems honest.
