Some call her Anvil,
Some call her Anvil La Giver.
Also known as Viva La Linger,
Or Vaginal Liver.
Whatever her name,
Whatever her cause,
We shall forever hate her,
And bash without pause.
For she is a poser,
A loser, a hack.
Even when hosting free concerts,
Fans demand their money back.
She has no boundaries, no limit, no touch, no edge,
No talent, no brains and an ignorance without end.
I wonder and ponder,
What we did to deserve,
To even have heard of such a vexatious swine,
Such an insolent turd!
Bashing and blundering,
Blasting and boffing,
Kicking and knocking,
Oh how we reserve,
To hate such a twit,
She deserves such a kick!
Oh how much justice such would serve!
You call yourself a Rock Princess,
Well let me get this off my chest,
I shall put you to the test,
Shall prove you are nought but pest,
You are cocky, snotty, smug and vain!
Bloody hell Avril, you are such a pain!
A pain without reason,
A pain without root.
You deserve not even your face,
But your head is worth the shoot.
When loading one’s rifle,
You must remember to think,
To save just one bullet,
For shooting that ninc*!
*Ninc = Nincompoop
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This poem sux!!!!!
it is a big piece of crap!!!!
who ever wrote this poem should find thier grave on a public map
Avril lavigne never did anything to you.
you just wanna look cool!!!
but in everybodyz eyez
you are just a dumb fool!!!!
infact she rocks everybodyz world
she’s self-confident and original
and if you think she’s stupid
you must be delusional
I hate you writer
and to you I would say
if I see you you won’t be happy
because I’ll mush your head into clay!!
Bonjour, ma bonne scenester,
Comment va-tu?
Your response sounds so niggling,
Oh what should I do?
Should I surrender?
Should I defend?
Shall I bash without mercy,
Attack without end?
I think I’ll just laugh,
Laugh my cheeks off!
Laugh at your spelling,
Not knock your block off!
I suggest you go read a book,
Not listen to trash!
I.e. Avril
No talent, much cash!
Much like your role-model,
You lack all the goods.
Though you gain much dislike,
Your head is thick wood.
Let’s end with a prayer.
We wish hope for the clad.
We pray for the fall of the half-arsed,
fat-faced, La Vinger fad.
I was looking for a positive poem about Avril Lavigne!!! She is my all-time fave singer and whoever had written this poem, they r just low-life stupid,incicure,retarded assholes!
thankyou 4 ur time.
You were looking for a positive poem about Avril Lavigne and stumbled upon this little gem. Well not everything can be your cup of tea, madame, and not everybody in world adores your beloved piece of crap.
And what in the name of Jon Bon Jovi is “incicure”? It would really help if you cleared that up for me, thank you.
With low-life, stupid, incicure, retarded assholelety toodles,
Indie Muffin
hahahhahahhahahhaha this is hysterical.
I love Avril Lavigne, but i loved your poem, it was hilarious.
thanks for helping me on my english project!
Thank you. And you’re welcome, I’m glad I’ve found an Avril fan with a sense of humour! I should really write this down! Wow. Thank you. Thank you.