Fond Memories

With nothing to do
I sit back
And think to the days of ol'
I treasure the times
That I've had
With my friends and a nacho bowl
The mornings when
We would sit around
And play on some guitars
And the days spent
Lying in the grass
Talking for hours beneath the stars
The recesses spent
Pretending
Playing tag or chasing the girls
And how about the time
You talked about
The nipples on squirrels
On second thought
I rescind that
The last bit wasn't very good
But the rest of it
These memories
I'd relive if only I could