They Call Us The Chipmunkz!

They call us Chipmunks.

We aren’t perfect,

We aren’t squeaky,

But we are weird.

It’s only the two of us,

Though one’s a girl,

And the other’s a boy.

One’s nosy,

The other’s just plain boring.

Just wonder,

Why do they call us the Chipmunks?

We get into arguments,

We get into fights.

I say you have a big nose,

You say I have huge eyes.

“I’m sorry” is not even word,

Our apologies start with a “hey”

And end with “you’re gay”.

We both are the school losers,

We both are the standouts.

We both don’t have dates,

We both plan on ditching prom.

One’s short,

The other act’s gay.

We blame each other,

Don’t get why we became friends.

We both have our flaws,

Both have our charms.

You make me feel visible,

Maybe that’s why we’re friends.

Most stories start with a great beginning,

Ours starts with a great ending.

Our chipmunk-ness is phenomenal,

Our fights are splendid,

Our anger is extraordinary,

Our love….

Well it’s something aight!

If you stop tickling me,

I’ll stop snapping at you,

But if you stop being my friend,

I’ll definitely beat the crap out of you.

They call us the Chipmunks,

Now I get it,

That’s because we’re both sore losers,

With the strangest tastes,

The wackiest style,

And tackiest smiles,

But we’re still the bestest friends of all!