| We thought we might take a leaf out of Spike and Angel's book and write some wonderful, yet crappy poetry. Oh shut the hell up. The big poof's poetry may have been crap, but mine was good. Spike, you're a wanker. And you love it, don't you Angel? Angel and Spikeeeeee... Spike and Angel: Oh you guys are so childish! |
| I'm a goth and you will see That you really shouldn't mess with me Coz I have a friend who will kick your arse Kick it right into the grass *Clap clap* That was even better than Angel's Yeah it was Inca... but I was being serious Thanks Ness We sit in English and do no work In the corner, we do lurk I am the best and you should know... No Spike I will not give you a blow! Damn... But Spike... Oh keep your pants on Angel. Actually, don't... Ness and I went to the city We looked nice and we looked pretty We walked around and went to shops And then we ran away from the cops Did that happen? I don't know, but it did rhyme... Angel is jealous that I'm so skilled I think he's looking to have me killed Coz my poetry is better than his And he's worked himself into a tizz! I have not! Shut up Inca! Shut up! Touchy... drama queen Oh yeah I also do Drama It's fun but I won't play a llama Speaking of llamas have you seen The Emperor's New Groove, it's quite clean! Quite clean? Spike, I'll stake you, I really will. Oh I'm scared. You should be, Ness is behind you with a stake Yeah, and Angel's coming with his... um... stake... Now I must wrap this up And so should Angel, with that cup He's drinking Spike, but let's move on I should go, c'est si bon! Do you know what that means, peaches? Yeah, means "it is so good" That's not relevant Duh, it means my poem is good. |