Why I Don'T Like Boys
You bellow and spit before my face,
Grabbing your crotch with pride,
Yet when I roll my eyes and turn away,
My friends are mystified,
Forgive me, but these oafs I see
Just do not have a clue,
Why would I date these monkeymen
When I can see them at the zoo?
In five years' time, perhaps your brain
Will struggle to the stage
When you've matured, and can manage to
At least act half your age.
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