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 Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:39 am
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The Teeny Bopper
Oh the joys of high school, where love is strong;
Here, the Teeny Bopper writes her love song.
Face, caked with makeup, she struts down the halls,
This hunt has begun; be ready to fall.
So sugary sweet, with bows in her hair,
She will wear a short skirt, if she does dare.
Knowledge is power, and boys are her toy;
She dressed up for you; no need to be coy!
With new technol’gy, her fingers are quick:
YO, pArtAy aT Ma PlaCe, DONT bE a HICK!
A party and glamour, her stage is set;
Boys try to get her, they all make a bet.
Desp’rate times call for a desp’rate measure;
She hikes up her skirt—a real trendsetter.
With giggles and squeals, her secrets are told,
Other girls glare, they consider her mold.
But does she care, this Teeny Bopper star?
No, not at all for just jealous they are.
Shopping on Saturday, pink is in style;
Without that lipgloss, it isn’t worthwhile.
Boys are like clothes, get a new one a day;
For this Teeny Bopper is here to stay.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 1:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 1:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 7:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 8:49 am
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