K... so I had to write a parody poem of this poem I read in English about some guy asking a lady to come live with him and be his love or whatevs so I decided to do it as Jazmine cuz she's my fave! Then when I finished I decided to do Huey's reply cuz I thought it would be funny. This is my 1st fic so be nice pweeze :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Boondocks, Huey, or Jazmine although me and Jaz share a personality. They belong to my love Aaron McGruder.

The Passionate 10-Year-Old to Her Love

Come live with me, and be my love

And not that far will you have to move.

You already live right next door

And getting away from your brother will make you less sore!

Everyday to the hill we'll go

On the hottest days and in the heaviest snow.

I'll pick you flowers and we'll watch birdies fly,

But you'll say something mean to make me cry.

But I won't mind too much, you'll see,

'Cuz you're gonna be living with me!

I'll play tea party with you all you want,

Or we could pretend to have a restaurant!

I'll make you microwave hot dogs for you to eat

And cookies and brownies that are really sweet.

I'll let you play with all my toys

Even though they weren't really made for boys.

Me and my doll, Mrs. Wellington

Will help you with your (weird) revolution.

I hope this is enough to make you move,

Come live with me and be my love.

Magical fairies will sing happy songs

About how, we, Huey and Jazmine get along.

If all my presents make you want to move,

Then come with me and be my love.

Huey's Reply to the Ten-Year-Old

Jazmine Dubois, why can't you see

That you're a huge annoyance to me?

Nothing you can say would make me move

To live with thee and be thy love.

We always go to the hill everyday

And it'd be nice if you didn't have so much to say.

Flowers and "birdies" have no appeal

And I'm never mean; I'm just being real.

It doesn't matter if you mind or not,

Because living with you, I would dislike a lot.

I don't play tea party or play pretend.

When will you immaturity ever end?

You know I don't eat any kind of meats

And cookies and brownies are artery-clogging "treats."

I don't even play with toys

Whether they're made for girls or boys!

Mrs. Wellington is of no use to me

As a young revolutionary.

None of these will make me move

To come to you and be thy love.

Maybe if you were more like me

And knew there's no such thing as a fairy

Then all these gifts might make me move

To live with thee and be thy love.

(A/N: I had to use the words "come with me and be my love" and "live with thee and be thy love" as a requirement for the assignment. And yeah, love and move don't rhyme for real but in poetry words w/ the same ending but different sounds are called "slant rhyme." I couldn't figure out words that actually rhymed with love that would fit so I had to improv. I'm not a poet, I just paid attention in class that day lol)