I seem to have nothing to say lately, so I'm going to relive the glory days and post this poem that I wrote when I was in eighth grade following a trip to a local hot spring:
Ode to the Old an in a Speedo
by Alexis Morgan, age 13
You're too old for this
You're just in denial
Shrivelled up and veiny
Like something from the X-Files.
Some people stare at car wrecks
And they try to get a view
People like things gory
That's why those girls are looking at you.
Try changing your diet
If you want to wear a Speedo
You get another chin
With every beef burrito.
You need to get over yourself
Before I start to vomit
But on the other hand
I guess I'm glad you didn't thong it.
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