My Take
So it seems a big boy wantsHis secrets kept.
He merely snaps his fingers usually
And all his poodles dance daintily.
Usually... yet times can change.
One of the big boys toys
Was naughty and not hushed
And pushed and pushed informatically
And another boy ran away
And tattle-tailed on the big boy.
The big boy is so pissed off
He is falling over backwards
To punch the other boy whilst not
Looking to see who puppy-tailed
Him to begin with.
Too busy singing his mantra
To see his bullying nature.
It seems we can never leave the playground...
We can't even stop the in-fighting.
And my dads bigger than your dad!
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-12-08 at 00:56
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