Nardy
He came to school in worn out teeny shoes
with a scab on his knee and a sour attitude
He talked with a lisp and bad pronunciation
which made things worse in a bad situation
Always fighting and calling bad names
Always pointing fingers at others to blame
Always rude and crude having little shame
and when he mispronounced it he got a new name
Kids called him naughty, naughty mean boy
but he pronounced it nardy, with it we toyed
Mocking him is Nardy the mean boy
Singing Nardy Nardy brought us such joy
But he liked it and took it to name
Lived it and rived it to us with pain
To him Nardy was a badge of fame
to us it became an unwanted game
As the school year dragged into cold
taunting Nardy just got tired and old
I asked his real name and what did he say
but Bartholomew Augustus Day
He became just another friend to play
we all agreed Nardy forever he would stay
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2016
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