by Jocelyn Guevara

Created on: June 17, 2008

The Miley Cyrus Poem

Why do I feel so nauseous?
I wish I were unconscious.
My ears begin a-ringing
Whenever she starts her "singing".

The torture's more than I can bear.
I'm about to rip out my hair.
It's really not very funny.
All these kids are wasting their parents' money.

The folks of America have all been had,
All thanks to the fame of her has-been dad.
They think she has talent beyond compare,
But her voice is fake, and so is her hair.

She's lucky she has a good computer tech,
Because her true voice sounds like a big train wreck.
Yes,it causes lots of pain.
Anymore of her music, and I'll go insane!

She lives in a humble billion dollar abode.
She works real hard for it as she sings like a toad.
Her nasty dance moves make me so sick.
Someone get me an eye patch, quick, quick, QUICK!

Her show on Disney is mediocre.
Are her 'people' a bunch of jokers?
Miley, do us a favor and put the microphone down.
Why does America support such a big, fake clown?

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