Baby Got Back

Of these poems are really g*y.
“so is this one” me and alex say.
we sit here forever thinking what to say.
nothing comes to mind.
except for your fat behind(:
so go for a jog, or maybe even a run.
as we watch your bum shine in the sun.
go take a crap and tell me when your done.
can’t fit on the toliet? well maybe it cause you have such a fat bum.
we shun on your fat, CAUSE BABY GOT BACK!
loose some waight , you might have a panic attack.so go work on that six pack.
looking at your flab makes me wanna hack.
holy mother of pearl thats a hairy crack.
you need to shave your ugly back.
go back to your shack with your a billion cats.
theres many rats in your hats.
i think we should go.
lay off the ho hos. mother fofo(:

By briana & alex (:

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