Transcendental Sonnet #1162:
The Downfall of the Don

When I was a skinny little kid
There was a fat bully named Don
His last name was McCool I recall
And I was the one he picked on
Yet all his aggression never hid
That McCool was not cool at all

He wanted to be like his brother
They say who had been sent away
To prison his father and mother
Not there anywhere did not care
About Don everyone used to say

Well he charged me like a rhino on the last day of school
In fourth grade we were alone but I was nobody's fool
Took off my coat and knocked him flat: that was the end of that



+Steven Curtis Lance

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