AN: This is going to be fun!

So, here's what I did. I got 100 words from a random word generator. I'm making my own 100 word's challenge, pretty much. Each drabble will vary in size; there is no limit of words. All I need to do is let my creativity flow. I hope you like it!

I don't own South Park.

Poetry

/Noun/ Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.

"Hey Kahl, I wrote something for you. Wanna hear?" The larger boy asked, voice sickeningly sweet.

Kyle huffed. He and Cartman were waiting for the bus. Unfortunately, Stan and Kenny hadn't arrived yet. The two had been standing on either side of the bus stop sign, ignoring the other completely.

Until now, of course.

Cartman took Kyle's annoyed huff as an answer.

He cleared his throat and said;

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I hate your guts,

You stupid fucking Jew!"

Kyle slowly turned his head to look at Cartman, giving him a disbelieving look.

Cartman was staring back innocently, a proud grin on his face.

Kyle rolled his eyes and turned away.

"Never go into poetry, fatass." He muttered.

Cartman just laughed.

Review please!

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