Standing Up
So I was walking down the street
When I saw someone cheat
An old lady with no teeth
Out of her seat
So I though,' that ain't right,
Old ladies can't fight
I think this grown man might
Be stupid and spite'
So I go up to the man
I ask to shake his hand
He said he wouldn't stand
For the little old woman
So I rampaged and cussed about
With a scream and a shout
And there was no doubt
The man would move out
So I'm happy to say
The man got out the way
The old lady praised
Me for saving the day
So the moral of the story is
You live the way you live
And you'll be remembered if
You're kind and cool shiz
~Reecie
Copyright © Theresa A.K.A. Reecie | Year Posted 2012
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