An Ode to Friends in
the Sixth Season
Copywrite Oct. 1999
to Moni Bing
Derived from Louisa
May Alcott's "Anniversary Ode" from "Little Women"
Again we meet to celebrate
With badge and solemn
rite,
The Friends sixth
anniversary
At the F*R*I*E*N*D*S
R*O*C*K*S site.
(The Name At The Time)
They all are there
in perfect health,
None gone from their
small group;
Again we see each
well-known face,
With a new season
aloof.
Our friends are always
at their post,
With reverence we
greet,
As spectacles on nose,
we watch
From our couch-potato
seats.
Although Ross is a
jerk sometimes,
We joy to hear him
speak.
For words from his
mouth provoke laughter,
In spite of whiny
squeak.
Our Phoebe occupies
her throne
With elephantine grace.
For there in Central
Perk she plays
To light up every
face.
Alarm arises in his
eye,
Chandler has swallowed
a gun!
Behold humiliation
on his brow,
No matter! it's joy
for everyone.
Next our silly Joey
comes,
So dense and far-away,
Who excites at every
Porsche.
It's hilarious I say!
Sweet little Rachel,
too, is there,
With every hair in
place.
A sure model of beauty,
And she has a pretty
face.
Last but not least,
it's Monica
With her new Irish
accent.
She's the one that
goes ballistic
If a speck of dust
is present.
Long may the show prosper
well,
And give ratings another
shove.
In coming years it
shall continue,
For
it is Friends that we love!
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