Thread: 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.

Really so cute poem