Cassie's Hymn

Cassie, my Cassie
Your name in Japanese is Kashi (like the cereal)
You have a mullet
but you're proud (at least I can find you, in a crowd)
You look like a boy... in many ways.
Small dice hang from your ears,
like the 8-ball from my mirror.
You're boots are pleather,
and you look like a hooker.
You dated Screech
(I'm so sorry)
I hated you at first, because you look like Fred Durst.
But it's cool,
You go to my school.
We're good friends,
And money you've got to lend.
For this beautiful poem,
I've written.

Amen