I like the way you talk
But I love the way your booty moves when you walk
However, I love your eyes
But I don't agree with your lies
You and I would not be delight
You can't handle my might
I don't have a bromance
Or want a romance
I might be talented with a bat and ball
But I don't care, I would let you fall
I suck at snow boarding and skiing
I'd rather see you bleeding
I hate books and your looks
I hope you get stabbed with hooks
The only fact that I know
Is that you are just a scary ho
I'd rather smoke a joint
Than see people point
People won't agree
I'd rather be poor with no green or degree
My booty is better
Even though you write better letters
Sorry you aren't my type
Why don't you just take a hike
what were you thinking about while you were writing this poem? maybe I could help you out if you need someone to talk to. it can always be either in person or on the internet.
ReplyDeleteThis says "by Samson Cropper". I don't need help with anything? we had an assignment. He wrote a poem to a girl named Emily. I thought it was funny. I published it.
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