My Roommate
My roommate I love,
When she cries I want to give her a hug
She helps me when I see a bug
By grabbing a big ass jug
She is as tiny as a pug,
But feisty like a thug,
Oh Jess that I love
I hope this awful poem doesn't make you run.
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