Oh My Lovely Miss N.Curdest Poem by cherry poppins

We ment in the loo
i knew it was true
i was for you
you make me so hard
i love all your lard
But i can't speak even tho i try
if you rejected me i would probly die (or turn homo)
So all i do now is cry cry cry
and hold her shoudler pads tight.
She alway right
so very stylish
always tight
She's to good for me
she dosen't know who i am
and she dosen't give a damn about me
coz i'm just a teenage dirtbag
i wanna touch her
fuffy blond locks
i wish she would show me her rocks.
narelle narelle narelle
well well well
i 'll just go to hell