For those of you who are sitting your HSC exams, my deepest condolences.

Dedication to my childhood mate who is doing his HSC exams (and any year12'ers reading this)! WOOOOOH

GOOD LUCK. KICK SOME CHILD AND FAMILY ARSE.

Haha that could sound wrong. Kick some children.
Don't do that. But maybe you can write about violence in homes. (I'm inspirational I know).

I wrote you a poem for the occasion:-

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Tomorrow you start your exams
But I don't envy you.

I used to be where you are now,
Exams are a cow.
A year ago I finished school,
Back then I was still a fool.

eighty-nine-point-five is all you need to beat me,
You'll do better, O can't you see.
I don't know about Andrew's score though,
ninety-four-point-four-five(?) - silly ho.

He set the standard too high for me,
So I didn't even bother climbing that tree.
I'm sure you'll go far in life,
You'd even make a really good wife.

You can do anything you'd like -
Except become a dyke.
Baha you can do that if you must,
Because you have a big enough bust.

This poem just fell apart,
My rhyming fell off the cart.
I'm not sure I make sense now,
But people will read this and say "Wow,
"What a great mate Chane is
She's a word whizz"

I hope you read this before you go to sleep
So that tomorrow you don't fall into a heap.

Fall asleep thinking of how much I care,
I'll love you forever, Weehair.

 

♥