I let you rank your closest friends, With flashing pages, the fun won’t end. Music played the moment you came, Yet now I’m but a forgotten name.

I am a fabric with ridges, often worn by a bear but not too rough on the skin.

It rose with ease from honeyed tone, A sticky delight, like a payday loan. It coated the tongue and stained the grin- You tried to leave, but sank back in.

I go where you go, but I never see light, I wrap what you hide and I cling pretty tight. I’m silent, elastic, and stitched to obey, but flash me in public and folks look away.

I nap on the job and still take the raise. I parent with grunts and affectionless praise. I drink like it’s sacred, I bribe with a snack- then scream D’oh! at the child I forgot to bring back.