My camaradarie of companions

My camaradarie of companions mean the whole wide world to me, steadfast shoulders to cry onto whilst they are carefree company, granted some may be a trifle comically crazy bordering on insanity, but haha we are like birds of a feather flocking together happily

I found my friendships fluttering free in Cuckooland, a hilarious haven full of gaga greatness all of which are uniquely grand . Many moons ago I was sat perched on a purple plank just listening to their patter, then only the ones that I’d singled out well then I went over for a natter . Just like a gel of wobbly jelly, blobs of strawberry sweet our fun was infectious yet not like blisters on our feet . I adore my lovely ladies and they will all know who they are, my mad as a hatter musical melodies of brilliance bizarre 

We laugh, we cry as timelessness passes us by . sitting slurping our cuppas in our local haunts and every now and then we go walking on our fitness jaunts . Moments of marvellousness spent with my chums and I putting the wide world to rights, drinking our frothy latte discussing our daily delights . Priceless people that I hold in very high esteem, all have natures of natural as they are what they seem . Brilliant buddies that brighten up my day embracing with encouragement at the silly things I say