Listen Up!

Alright. three days ago we had a little misunderstanding. Yeah, this is about the male anatomy so this poem should clear things up.

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Becoming a Teen

What's it like being a teen

Will I still be able to dream

When I hit the mark thirteen

Am I not supposed to have any follies

Will I still be able to play with my dollies

Being a teen is so complicated

Do I have to be initiated

At a party with no pies, cookies, brownies, or cakes

Will I have to worry about my weight

I won't have to worry about this

Because being twelve is my last hopeful bliss

Right now I am in between

Becoming a teen
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Just in case you didn't understand what I just posted...It means I'm 12 and I think guys are gross and I don't really want to be near them unless they want to talk about a test, video games, sports, or TV shows.

Oh yeah, the "dollies" thing. I never really could let go of them.