Boys Poem by Celina Vargas

Boys



Boys, boys what will I do,
some drive me crazy through and through.
They make loud comments during class and usually are an annoying mass. They don't stop when you tell them to
and won't till they get what they want from you.
They aren't nice to girls, unless they sometimes are thin and pretty with wavy curls.
But then I can't really write this poem,
cause boys,
I don't even know em.

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