Great Big Stupid GrinI'm reading what she wroteAnd it makes me want to smileThe things she said just make meWanna run now for a mileYou may notice a diffrenceIn this piece if you read onThat's 'cause she's made me happierThrough what she's wrote 'n' doneI'm glad I swung the hammerThough I knew it may have missedAnd crushed the beautiful flowerThrough a wrong flick of the wristNow it feels weird 'cause I'm writingTo my best bud through a poemI guess I wouldn't have toIf I tried to get to know'emBut. ARGH! The time is shortI'm sure you understandIt's so frustrating speakingOnly through the handI want to spend more time with
Love poem from me to youYou make me want to comb my hair and brush my teeth againTo make sure that the way you see me doesn't make you screamI'd wait for hours, e'n if you weren't coming, standing in the rainIf school has another dance, I'll make sure you're the themeI hope my zits don't put you offMy lack of strength is realAnd I know I don't possessA dolop of appealI forgot to use deodorantBoth armpits are now deadBut for some strange reasonI still turn somones headI don't know how you do itBut you make me want to say"I want to just go through itAnd ask you out today"You make me want to blow my nose'Cause beauty makes me sneezeM