There once was a boy who was some what bright,
but this story begins before he said goodnight...

One, two
I have to poo...

Eleven, twelve
I'm worried about my health...

We all need to love
We all need to hate...

Ten,
I should have wrote this poem in pen...

Test days are always complicated.
They make you feel like your constipated...

I want a girl who is nice
even if she has a head full of lice...

Everyday when you happen to walk by,
I get a pain in my chest that makes me want to...

People come up to me after they see how you act,
then they ask me for one little fact...

There is this one girl that always brings me such...
just by looking at her and allowing me to worship...

Three months have gone and passed,
yet our love for each other still seems to last...

Girls always say that guys never appreciate them,
they also say that we're hard to understand like...