Dear, turdy-seven ( I probably shouldn't use your real name on the internet)
Sometimes, I don't understand you,
Sometimes I think you should be put in a zoo.
If I say, "Get in, loser. We're going shopping,",
You'll look at me without saying anything
I know I can be obnoxious,
But, let's admit it, bitch I'm flawless.
Please don't take me seriously,
Because I need mental help, severely.
I don't even know the point of this poem,
I guess I just got rather lonesome.
Even though I can be stupid,
Our friendship cannot be wounded.
You can talk for days about Harry Potter,
You wouldn't even need to stop for water.
And although you're really small,
You're basically the best one of them all.
I'll be there for you whenever,
And remember: Crabby, forever!
