There was a girl named Rachel from Brooke.

Some say she was great, others a crook.

Maybe thats not true, and i wouldn't believe,

but despite false rumors, she likes peaches and cream.

When they saw her walk down the hall,

they thought, man i want to talk to her, but i dont have the balls , hell naw...

She is friends with a wrestler, who is short and has no game.

The things he says, well, they are quite lame.

Now what I just said, it may seem true,

hell it might just stick in your head like glue.

This whole little poem, i just now made up.

My girl friend put out in pizza hut.

I'm all out of things to say and rhyme,

so now im done, at least for this time.

thank you thank you