Moe The Tomboy
I was born a tomboy,
never fitting in with the girly-girls,
so I hang with the guys,
and some of the sporty girls.
I wear jeans and a t-shirt,
shorts and a shirt,
dispising the color pink,
as if it were a bomb.
I say bad words,
and say gross things.
I say a boy is cute,
and they think me a girl,
instead of the tomboy.
I put on some lip-gloss,
and the whole world is shocked,
for apparently now,
the world will end.
I curl my hair,
and I'm made fun of,
for becoming a girl,
Moe, the girly-girl.
So now I am stuck,
to be a tomboy forever,
for if I go girl,
the whole world will end.
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