I have this friend,
Who's really a dork.
Though she is really cool,
She doesn't eat pork.
By the way that she talks,
She confuses me bunches.
By the way that she smells,
And also how she hunches.
She is such a retard,
But a dork at the most.
But at the year-end party,
She'll be the host.
(This is not actually how I write poems, but I wrote this JUST FOR Jennifer, so I guess I should dedicate it to her too, or should I say, for her. (IF that makes any sense at ALL))
