J.P.
J.P. is so fine. Too bad he is not mine. I know what you mean. He works like mutts. He is nice and sweet. And he does not have smelly feet. J.P. is nice and tall. I wonder if he like to go to the mall. So this is our poem on the hottest boy in town. We like him all around. So we would like to end this poem by saying J.P. is HOTT!!!!
Reason for writing:
because he is so hot!!!
Birth sign: Cancer
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