The Emogirl's Tale

A gir dere was, an that an emo gir,
That fro de fir she bigan to ride ouer,
Loved lafter, and muundayne thinge,
An hir no-math clique which spur hir to ite,
That seekinge amuisemente in dere boringe lyf
They delited in praynks, an bitcheinge,
An all sorte of mischief, and lafed and
Stonede an slepyt an slakked de whole daynn
But of layte she dragged hirselfe to skoo
Like a zombay, an her mood was a Blank an Bloo
An Blah, an wif hir mp3 stil soomewerre
Fae, fae awae, an wif few gad noo Chinerre
Songs, hir takeen to piratinge from anaywerre,
An most of all, she downloaded Mika Nakashimerre.
O, wif sum eenquiringe dumbe queciouns evraytime,
An other payplle raydiyatinge bitchaynesse when in sigme,
Hir Irridex Levelle, eet on counstant heigh,
Ah, dere ay those hoo suck, tis fact of lye.
Ah, congratulations, dear Miss Neo,
You are becoming more and more Emo.
Mebbay cos eet is alreaday May,
Mebbay she is pay-aym-asseng.

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Don't laugh at me for my stupid and inaccurate imitation of Chaucer. Meantersay, I was just bored. Don't mind me. And don't ask me what I mean. Hahaha.