Chapter Notes: I dedicate this poem to all of the boys at my school, whose immaturity inspired this piece.
I hate you. You love me,
What an odd couple we two can be!
You’re loud, arrogant, obnoxious,
The air around you should be noxious.
I gag when you lurk around,
My ears want to be void of your noisy sound.
I hate it when you tease ‘greasy haired gits.’
Instead, why don’t you fall into some Red Cap pits?
You think you are such a hot-shot,
But I think you’re a spoiled little rot.
Crumpling your too-messy hair,
And strutting up every stair,
Melting hearts of every love sick girl,
I think I’m gonna hurl!
So now, my rant is done,
But my hate for you is now overrun,
In other words,
I think I love you!