by Jude H. (10th Grade)

I do not like your wiry hair

Your lips are dull, your eyes just stare

I cannot stand the sight of you

In any color, tone, or hue

Your hands they look like grainy leather

I dread to put our palms together

Your nose is small and slightly red

I sometimes wish that you were dead

Because you’re mean, because you’re cruel

When will you get expelled from school?

You cannot sing to save your life

I’d kick myself were you my wife

But since no other will be mine,

Will you please be my Valentine?