My poem I in love with chocolate milk I love the feel of silk I draw to my heart's content I've never slept in a tent I'm afraid of bees I always lose my key I just learned that pickles are evil cucumbers Until age 13, I never understood the word slumber I've only got one kill on Black Ops There's never a day when I don't shop Believe it or not I'm shy I make shapes out of the clouds and I look at the sky I was the first one of my friends to learn how to "shuffle" I still don't understand who's truffle Old men freak me out I don't know what half the new movies are about I still say "rocks my socks" I randomly talk This is me I love me and I wouldn't change a thing.