This is a poem my dealy beloved birdA wrote me. Whitten is her name Giving people sars is her game She can claim her fame I had a dream she burnt her house to a tiny flame Sometimes Whitten is a dipstick But she wears pretty lipstick When Whitten says that she is fat I want to hit her with a baseball bat She use to have an old cat Whitten knows my baby Pat Stupid brothers make fun of her When she gets a car she will throw them on a curb Josh dumps stuff on Whitten When she freaked out at him I thought she was going to suffocate him with a mitten Whitten is super cool You never really see her drool Her, Chelsea, Jessie rule I hope they never drown in a pool Shake it ,Shake it, Shake it Like a polariod picture Love, birdA