Mr. Stalker Boy

(A/N: A kinda funny poem based in real life.)

Mr. Stalker Boy

Mr. Stalker Boy, oh Mr. Stalker Boy,

Would you please go leave me alone?

Because the way you stare like a medium rare,

Is creeping me to the bone.

Mr. Stalker Boy, oh Mr. Stalker Boy,

Stop taking pictures of me!

I'm trying to study my notes over here,

But my photos, you drool with, oh gee.

Mr. Stalker Boy, oh Mr. Stalker Boy,

Stop following me when I get home!

The sheer terror of you sneaking about

Is oh so creeping me to the bone.

Mr. Stalker Boy, oh Mr. Stalker Boy,

Just stop sitting next to me!

Your seat's two rows in front of this,

This is not my cup of tea.

Mr. Stalker Boy, oh Mr. Stalker Boy,

Please, just think about it easy!

Though you seem to be quite good and kind,

it's scaring the bejeezus out of me.

Mr Stalker Boy, oh Mr. Stalker Boy,

See that Cool Boy's profile pic?

Yes, you dolt! That image's me,

We're sort of together now, isn't it?