The caprice of fair weather friends,
The wise would duly remind us,
We have to be aware and mindful of,
Never around when times are tough.

The diametrical opposite, in contradiction,
Foul weather friends, are often forgotten,
A mere acquaintance or even a relation,
Their “aid” you can always depend on.

Indistinguishable from the real McCoy,
Their care and assistance, a clever decoy,
Unable to share your joy or triumphs,
Nary to be seen during your achievements.

The first to be there,
In times of despair,
Always there to lend a hand,
When things don’t go as planned.

Where others might be mean,
They offer a shoulder on which to lean,
They make themselves scarce, however,
Whenever you have news of good cheer.

Not sure which is worse,
A friend who is a flake?
Or a foe in disguise?
The answer’s clear, make no mistake.

Rather the Devil you see coming,
Or a superficial friend,
Anything is better than,
The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing.

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