Scrawny Kid

Scrawny Kid Part one Do you remember that Scrawny kid? What’s his name in Class 4D, Constantly holding on to himself, Running out of class, desperate for a pee. Never had a Handkerchief, Always wore Green sleeves. Spiky hair and worn out shoes, That smell that made us heave. Talked with a nervous stutter, and didn’t have a special friend. Kept forgetting his homework, Lame excuses he couldn’t defend. Remember when it came to Sports, My God he got some stick, Absolutely useless at everything, Always the last to get picked. His Jumper had massive holes in it, Knees bloodied, scabbed and cut, Couldn’t answer any questions, Empty head, brain closed tight shut. We knew he was going nowhere, Just another life, under achiever. Then my jaw dropped to the floor, I’m no longer a disbeliever. Part Two Yes, that’s it, now I recall his name, Scrawny Luke Took, from Class 4D. Well, not so Scrawny anymore, Torso carved like, a great Oak tree. Not the sort you’d push around, Runs a Gym down Knightsbridge way. Tailor made suits, slick black hair, and a motivational speaker, they say. Married to a Hollywood Actress, Drives a flashy Ferrari Car. Has his own range of fragrance, One thing is true, he’s definately gone far. His handkerchiefs are made of silk, Sleeves of finest Green Kashmir, No longer that nervous stutter, Oozing confidence for all to hear. Never did his homework, way back then, But clearly didn’t do him no harm. The perfect city gentleman, With a wealth of talent and charm. So, he didn’t have an empty head, And knew where is destiny lay, Don’t be fooled by the Scrawny kid, He’ll be better than us all one day.