Grow Up Into What Stupid Girls Always Humiliate... Poem by Audrey Stephenson

Will you be nicer with the laser printer?
You started out depriving a nice window going to be set aside for nothing.
Your problem was personality circuses,
And not enough ideas serving your IQ.

Grow up into what stupid girls always humiliate.

I heard I heard you missed a caboose dwarf disorder which this special time usually arises to.

I suppose I've never been able to marinate your eyes.
Or perhaps that you never found me suiting to do so.
And for that I am sorry.

So pardon me.