So, I had to write a poem about the stereotypical kids you would find, so I wrote about a cheerleader. Here:
The Cheerleader She’s the girl with the extremely short skirts
The cheerleader and her friends are major flirts.
They can’t seem to keep it in their pants
Did you see her new breast implants?
She’s the girl with perfect nails and hair
And the one with the really mean glare.
Every guy wants her to join him in his bed
She can do the splits, her legs are so widespread.
But guys, if you’re with her, don’t grow a beard.
Crabs from going down there are an outcome to be feared.
The Cheerleader is strutting down the hall
All the guys waiting on her every beck and call.
Hopefully she doesn’t fall during cheer,
Her broken nose would ruin her sneer.
Don’t stay in her presence too long,
She’ll make fun of you like poor Kim Chong.
The Cheerleader knows every piece of gossip
Who she’s going to make fun of next is a toss-up.
The Cheerleader’s body is all she thinks she’s got,
She starves herself to make sure she’s hot.
Preferring a glass of water to a real meal,
Her determination to stay skinny is strong as steel.
If she passed out, nobody would help her.
Fear binds them to tightly, all gone as fast as a blur.
The Cheerleader is stuck in a cycle of hatred,
And those are harsh waters to tread.
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