Rosie, Rosie, Rosie. Always frolicking in the posies. I say no, she says yes. Sometimes she does the dishes, and she does her best. I try to be friends with her but she refuses. She says she has... to many bruises. I say no, She says yes. Sometimes she does the laundry, she does her best. I try to be friends,  but she says no. She says she looks like the panda bear Po.

        WARNING: This poem is not about me. I just made it up while I was thinking of what to write my real poem on.