Written in Junior High:
A group of girls; all together as one,
Oh great! Oh no! My life is done!
One in the center with the rest all around,
Who is that girl, they all surround?
That is the most popular girl in school,
She thinks she is very cool.
She is the QUEEN; Bee, some might add,
She starts and ends every fad.
Out of their ponies a single hair does not fall.
They are all too perfect; too superlative you might say,
They were not created that way.
Oh for goodness sake!
These girls will never be your friend,
Those ice cold stares,
Those frosty glares.