Read this, Piggy!
I know you care what we say.
You are the bane of existence.
Your poems are revolting, and gray,
despite your persistence.
Why you try, is beyond me.
You know if you heart, you're never gonna make it.
You're a horrid woman, whly can't you see.
So eithere shut up, or sit back, and take it.
In closing, I could write circles around you, bitch.