This poem:
Nicole is pretty rad,
and sometimes really bad.

I saw her at the beach,
and she carried her pet leech.
it almost looked like a peach.

Her jacket smelled like beer,
she wanted to shed a tear,
but it was of the boys that she had a fear.

The boys were hot,
but josh was not,
i wanted to shrink him to a dot.

-sam
..and this poem

nicole she rymes with dole [the brand of fruit cup]
she has a soul
and her brother is a mole
fuck can u pass the popcorn bowl,
its bigger then a ten foot pole
she likes to roll
i ate the sandwhich whole

-nick

This poem is better than nick's
he should probably go suck some dicks
even though he has facial ticks.

Nicole is no longer your fetus,
If you want her back, maybe you should come meetus
But before you get her back, you'll have to beatus!

I'm sure Nicole likes me better than you,
when you're not looking, she does voodoo!
especially when you go to the loo.

Now that you've realized my poem's better than yours,
maybe you should go clean out your pores
you whores

~sam