Fighting in the playground

by kida   Nov 28, 2005


Blind as a bat
i could not see
that little bratty
sneaking up on me.

mad as a cut snake
i spin around
grab a rake
and beat him to the ground

heavy as lead
my heart drops
i lose my head
and reality just stops

i hear a shout
and spin around
expecting a clout
but get only a frown

the teacher rocks up
to inspect the mess
keep your head up,
he beats even the best.

what goes around comes around
or so the teacher claims
but fighting in the playground
is still my favorite game.

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