Owowowow

this is a poem about me and you and all the silly stuff that we do me with my hair so high you and that bed where you lye me and you are gangsta and thats hella tight we got each others back incase of a fight if some wangsta trys to start someo shyt we kick there ass then on there face we spit they run away never to be seen again so we turn around and count to ten then when the time is up we hunt them down this shyt is more whack than china town now we're at home and time to relax i think i'll go and play the sax too bad i never learnt how i'll pretend i know and at the end take one huge bow you then ask for some hot chocolate

Kaity and Owen sitting in the tree p-l-a-y-i-n-g first comes tickle then comes poke then they share a glass of coke

Kangaroos are fun They're fun to meet They're fun to eat Good old aussie meat