It came around and bit us in the ass.
Paired we were to speed the thought and mind.
And douse the chance of us falling behind.
Before we progress on to write further.
We agreed to tell you who we were.
The first is Alex, the brains behind this scheme.
A gamer, and a mute of high esteem.
The other, Cheston, of depleted whit.
Only in drawing could his skill emit.
And now to tell a tale of tales of tales.
To tell of dear Stu and all he entails.
The worst of all imaginary friends.
We pulled him right out of both our rear ends.
He despises everything that we don’t.
To draw and play videogames he won’t.
Yelling at him we just could not refrain.
Many a friend thought us to be insane.
And so to rid ourselves of this great pest.
We hatched a plan to top all of the rest.
So on the twenty seventh of December
We proceeded to carefully dismember.
The “friend” who had caused us a mass of strife.
Thus we put an end to it by knife.
The world finally rid of his regard.
And so he’s now buried in my backyard.