The Bully

There is a bully at my school
Who likes to scare me every day
And when I sit with friends to eat
The bully takes my lunch away.

The bully is so big and mean
With hairy arms and smelly breath.
At recess when I go to play
The bully scares me half to death.

Today the bully sat on me
And tried to twist off my right leg,
Then told me if I wanted loose
That I would have to plead and beg.

The bully tore my brand new shirt
And then beat up my little brother.
I found out where the bully lives
And I’m gonna tell HER mother.


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