Bullies Thwarted Again
We bullies jeered and we hooted.
We were big and bad and mean.
We told everyone he tooted
We called him Navy Bean.
We made fun of his homemade clothes,
We called him crazy and unclean.
We laughed at his gigantic nose,
We were bullies, fresh and mean.
He was a child who did not care.
Worse, he laughed and smiled at us.
We did not understand this impetuous air.
He could not be riled, that cuss!
Angry now, we pulled out all the stops.
We went to his house to get tips from his brother.
His bro gave us insight that was tops.
"You cannot get his goat. You have not met our mother."
His mama chased us with a rake and hot sticks,
She smacked our butts and she called us mean names.
Now we could understand his calm cool tricks,
We could not get his goat, with our childish games.
So we forgot this stupid ugly fool,
And teased two other kids at school.
These two idiots cried and they wailed like they were supposed to do.
And we were happy again, knowing we had made them decidedly blue.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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