In the corner of the garage, old and worn,
Pud and Joe sit, friendships reborn.
Amidst the tools and cobwebs galore,
They swap silly tales, laughter to the core.
“What about that time,” Pud begins with a grin,
“When you thought you could dance and went tumbling in?”
Joe roars with laughter, “I was just feeling spry!
But that fence post had other plans, oh my!”
Their old rusted car, a relic of days,
Holds secrets and stories in its faded gaze.
“Remember the road trip where we lost track of time?
With that map upside down, and a flat on a dime?”
Pud pulls out a cooler, filled with cold drinks,
“Here’s to the memories, and what it all thinks!
Life’s just like this garage, a bit cluttered and gray,
But it’s moments like these that keep gloom at bay.”
Joe nods in agreement, eyes twinkling bright,
“This rubbish we’re spinning makes everything right.
Old mates chatting freely, that’s the best part,
In this little old garage, we’ve captured the heart.”
So here’s to Pud and Joe, in their cozy retreat,
With banter and memories, life feels complete.
Two old pals sharing a laugh ‘neath the stars,
In the warmth of their friendship, they’ve conquered the bars.