ishara desilva - class pest

The boy who sits behind me
Is really, really mean.
He tells me I have cooties and
I smell like a sardine.
He tries to steal my pencils
And my favorite crayons, too.
I wish his folks would move away
And lock him in the zoo.
He cheats on every spelling test
And blames it all on me.
He always pulls my ponytail.
I wish he’d let me be.
He talks too loud, his laugh is weird.
I wish that he were mute.
But the worstest thing about him is…
I think he’s kinda cute.

ishara desilva

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