There is a girl in my class,
whose face looks like her arse,
the way she speaks and talks,
are way worse than the way she walks.
So i say her name,
(which i think it sounds so lame),
To be honest,
I couldn't remember her name at first.
Well, her name is Celeste,
but she seriously IS a pest,
talking nothing but crap all day,
and getting into everybody's way.
Nothing good she will do,
to think that she is worse than poo,
then you are not far from the truth,
a few words you may seek for sooth.
With this dream i woke,
and this poem i wrote,
its all true my friends,
Would you have an ear to lend?
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