Ode to "Beth"
I think that I shall never see
A girl as bitchy as are thee.
Your tone, your frown, your constant mood
Are such a plague, you�re always rude.
When e�er you speak it is a shock
And as you leave, the door you lock.
You think you are a know-it-all
I wish your mind would take a fall.
Hidden away inside your cave
It�s anti-socialness you crave.
Your language it is always foul
It seems to come straight from your bowel.
My irritation is not masked,
Answer a question when you�re asked!
You flaunt your family with such pride
Surprised they don�t choose suicide.
The grades you get are mostly jokes
Do I feel sorry for your folks!
We think that you are such a pest
Go on home and give us some rest!
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