I won't give out any names
But she's not like Magnus Bane
Our ethnicities are the same
And neither of us walk with a cane
By the way, I should mention
I have never been in detention
And although I have never payed close attention
Her relationship with her family is just pure, pure tension
She's two grades younger then I
And I won't lie
But words in this poem are hard to come by
And I don't want this story to die
When we're together, she and I
We go wandering, to pass the time by
We both play Minecraft, to make time fly
And we know Wilbur's ARG with editor Kai
I am quiet; she is chaotic
She's like Tommyinnit with less logic
Kidding, kidding, but I must say it's ironic
Our weird friendship is rather harmonic
How do we go together, you may ask?
Well we both do pranks
We have each other's backs (mostly)
We're both in dire need of cash
We're like chocolate and vanilla
One has a bird, the other wants a chinchilla
We can work together like an army guerrilla
But I'm not sure if we can take on Godzilla
