Lindsay, my dear..i miss you so...
But i kinda don't like you because your a major h o e.
And sometimes, at lunch, you steal my drink.
I just need to tell you, you really stink.
You think I'm a loser, but I do too.
You honestly look like a big, stinky poo.
We go to Maine and find hott guys,
Then get our money and buy some pier fries.
But the guys up there, they like you best.
'Cuz you have the curse of a massive chest.
This poem probably will make you hate me.
But babe, one question..Will you date me?!
