by Bryan Lemaine
(USA)
As I see the tears strolling down
His nasty indelicate face my mom
Howls my name as she’s screaming
At me I am just thinking to myself
He’s just a clever, malicious, foul,
Vile, vicious, despicable unforgivable
Little damsel as she was done I felt
I felt untamed as I screeched “out you
Little coarse inadequate boy!”
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