There’s a boy in the girls’ bathroom poem

I’m Bradly C, a misunderstood lad,

I am an Island, I am sad

Last seat last row I sit alone,

The worst place the worst zone

Carla kind girl is so sweet,

I bless the day when we meet

Gold stars, Gold stars I must possess,

Which minute, Which hour can I guess?

I shall take take flight to success with Angel wings,

Where Angels and Saints, glory sings

But because of Jeff and his horrid group,

My dream of success will become poop

Surrounded by this group I’m shivering with fright,

I killed them with kindness and won the fight

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