1Larry is my beast, my man
That just so happens to be
The very best, beastly man
That has come to live with me
He sits in my locker all school day
And never ever comes out to play
Instead he just speaks with me
Always keeping me company
Larry only has three friends
But on some days it just depends
On whether or not he wants to stay
With Deadbody, Trenchie, and me that day
Larry and Deadbody always fight
On who is wrong and who is right
They won't stop until they see
That they were made differently
Trenchie's the one to tell them this
For she was made by a different seamstress
A dear friend of mine, named Abby
Somehow came to make Trenchie
Larry, Trenchie, and Deadbody
Live with me most happily
But the beast who makes their day
Is Larry, Larry all the way
Larry is my beast, my man
That just so happens to be
The very best, beastly man
That has come to live with me
This poem/song was written for a little Zombie person I made. Larry was an idea I had at the beginning of 8th grade. I drew a little doodle and came up with a story of how he lived in my locker. Sometimes he even ran away to go to McDonalds. He loves those Big Macs. I decided that someday I would actually MAKE Larry into some stuffed toy or whatever. So I did.
Deadbody is my first homemade creation. He's just a head. Like those shrunken heads. He pretty much looks like a black onion. Trenchie is just like Deadbody except small, brown, and she's made out of felted dog fur (and she has a cute little ribbon in her hair).
You may be thinking, "You're too old to have imaginary friends!" but they aren't imaginary. They are actual objects that I can hold in my hand. Yeah, sure they can't talk back, but it's more of someone listening than someone to converse with. Anyhoo, I love my mute little friends.