Just because I am Latin
Doesn’t mean I can rhyme
Dear Miss Delaney
This project is insane-y
We cannot rap
That’s pretty much crap
Since we are more partial
To rock
And at times
Chopin and Bach
We don’t skill
To make you shrill
Like a hip-hop fan
And Jonas band
Peoples
I prefer music
Played in steeples
We are trying our best
To pass this creativity test
Grace is discussing
Oral sex on Dr. Phil
It’s pretty chill
Gives me my daily news fill
Aren’t my friends great?
I think they’re first rate
As we discuss our lack of men
Since most still act like they are ten
Maybe if we brought the human beat box
But she’s harder to catch than a fox
So we might as well present
This bad attempt
And hope you won’t see us
With too much contempt
