His name is McGruff, crazy old woman said.
Rolling her silly eyes to the back of her head.
I could tell she had already labelled him.
A really great Irish guy name of Jim.
The Irish are all bad, she said quickly.
Her mind completely made up so thickly.
McGruff was an incredibly wonderful man.
He built our town a brand new band stand.
Donated all his supplies and labor.
Jim McGruff, a fantastic giving neighbor.
I asked crazy woman what she thought now.
She was making fun of people who bow.
Prejudging people was her normal scheme.
Fitting them into boxes, with a crazy theme.
But wait I said, aren’t you Irish too?
Shut up! She said. Or I’ll hit you with my shoe.
So my advice to you on this regular day.
If you see Old Lady McCaffry, try to stay away.
The last thing I heard is she has a new gun.
And she is shooting people from her window for fun.
Categories:
prejudging, racism,
Form: Rhyme
Apart from those whom you love
and those other significant others
in your life,
the rest of the human race can say
nasty things about you that cut
like a knife,
figuring you out, prejudging you;
but what they say you couldn't
and shouldn't care less;
if they say you're a lousy mess,
that's their view of you, none
of your business!
Categories:
prejudging, people
Form: Tail-rhyme