Boys, Boys, Boys

Are boys an alien species?
They sure fit into these pieces!
Growing up is hard enough,
Without the whole boy thing,
To complicate matters worse.

But then again,
Boys can be a nice complication,
Gotta' love their attention!
Maybe not their unusual way,
Like one of those typical days.

A mop-headed boy who sits,
Behind you and flicks,
Paper pellets at you with his ruler,
Here's so much more annoying than ever!

Especially when he teases,
You just want to rip him into pieces!
But now when he looks your way,
You don't feel so okay.

Your cheeks flush pink,
You don't know what to think!
You feel warm all over,
When you two are together.

And your head feels slightly dizzy,
Your heart races at the very sight of him!
Are you feeling ill?
Nah, you're just crushing on this guy,
BIG style!