This week I've been writing poems to submit as greeting cards. Here's one that I won't didn't make the cut.

Our friendship is like a game of whac-a-mole
When one of us isn't feeling up to absorbing the hard knocks of life
The other one is willing and able to stick their head up
And brave the mallet
I want to thank you for being smacked repeatedly in the head
While I've been hiding in my hole
It has meant everything to me to not have to be hit in the head
I hope that you know
When you go down
I'll be up