Freaky monster in my bed
Stupid bugs fill my head
Yucky people are always dead
Ugly jewelry’s made of lead
My heart has just turned red
Not because I am well fed
But because I know I will soon wed
Not the handsome Ned
But freaky, stupid, yucky, ugly Ted
(I wrote this before 8:30am waiting for econ to class. I hate sitting and waiting without doing anything, hence the "poem". This has nothing thing to do with my life (thank goodness).)
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