"12.5 Things I Really, Really, Really, Strongly Dislike About You"
What Kat's poem should have been called. This is what Kat's poem would have sounded like if she really hated the guy... Inspired by an... well, I can't say ex-BF unless it's followed by the phrase "he wishes," so I'll just have to call him ex-stalker. I do not own 10 Thing I Hate About You, Heath Ledger, The Taming of the Shrew, California, the poetry of Sylvia Plath, or several other things that have nothing to do with either this poem or the movie itself.
I hate it when you talk to me,
and the way you comb your hair,
I hate the way you drive your car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb stupid shoes,
and how you think you can read my mind,
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me slant-rhyme.
I hate the way you're never right,
I hate it when you lie,
I hate it that you can't make me laugh,
even worse that I can't care enough to cry.
I hate it when you're around,
and the fact that you tried to call,
but mostly I hate the way I hate you,
cause it's not very Christian, not very nice, not at all.