The Tale of the Shme and The Shmu
(The Tale, of which this is part two)

There once was a shme and a shmu,
(The latter is me, the former is you)
Always each other's proverbial walking stick,
On those days when things were thin or thick.

And sometimes, along came a gray, rainy day,
when things would not be going the Shme's way,
and she'd become one hostile and mad chick,
beating the Shmu senseless with a not-so-proverbial stick.

Lying in pain, the Shmu would sigh,
and pick himself up, with the roll of an eye.
and calm whatever anger he felt,
and play with the proverbial cards he'd been dealt.

Approaching the Shme, with the utmost care,
and listening to the Shme in dispair,
tragic tales of sorrow and plight,
slowly things would return to right.

On other days, the silly Shmu would misbehave,
his mind would shift to a mischievous brain wave,
and he'd have his laughs at the Shme's expense,
setting her ablaze (in the metaphorical sense)

Upon seeing her, in her angered rage,
The Shmu embarassedly returned to his age,
And he'd beg the Shme to excuse,
Thankfully, the Shme has yet to refuse.

A story of a friendship, similar to none,
And yet, a story which has only begun,
A friendship to last, through, through and through.
I hope we'll still be pals 'till we're both ninety-two.

(If you haven't killed me by then) - also written by Alyshah

Tis the story of two,
A shme and a shmu,
A shme of who made men swoon,
A shmu who was a buffoon,

The shme got all the gets,
The shmu lost all bets,
The shme, trendy-dressed,
The shmu was just depressed.

The shme was par-none,
The shmu was no fun,
Of the spectrum, at opposite ends,
And yet one day, they became friends.

An odd pair, it's true
And always they'd argue,
Different in all ways,
but still friends after many days

Why would these two still be pals?
Despite there being better suited guys and gals?
Though different with every hope and fear,
They had one common appreciation: a cold pint of beer.

A appeciation that made their bond last,
With each argument that passed,
A friendship paralled by very few,
A friendship of the shmeshmu. -written by Alyshah- and he's a guy