Mad Friendship Poem by Pratikshya Sedhain

I hate all white colored rose,
And all medicine of high dose.

My all friends have their nick names,
all their name have gained fame.

All my friends are popular by work,
but all teachers call them dork.

Their impression on teacher are of bad aspect,
I want all of them to gain respect.

They always follow their moral duty,
to make themselves very much cutie.

Their own colleagues attract them in bad way,
I always resist to save them from being Gay...