Tough Guy
I'd like to know where you get off treating me like that ...
You're lucky I don't take to your head with my baseball bat.
You think that you're so big and tough
but I've had far worse than you.
You'd best run along home to mummy,
you've got some growing up to do.
That macho rubbish wont work with me,
I've heard it all before,
next time you raise your hand to me,
I'll kick you out the door.
If you come back and knock on my door,
you'll find it unwise to do
because now my rottweiler's fully trained in attacking images of you.
So knock on my door, if you dare
but I strongly advise body armour you wear.
Copyright © Jenny Brewer | Year Posted 2014
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