Do Not Ask Me Why I Do These Things
I will put on my Attila the Hun cap,
The golden one with the shocking white horns.
I will march to the nearest corner market,
And not listen to my usual bully’s scorns.
I will wear my pink decorated zebra suit,
The one with the fabulous black and white stripes.
The corner bullies will kick and make fun of me,
I will laugh, and not care about their abuse or their gripes.
My black batman cape will keep me safe,
Away from these mean and horrible bullies’ tease’in.
Please, Mom, do not ask me why I do such things.
I quite sincerely, have no good reason.
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