Classy bully

Not like the one

on the Little Rascals

Butch, I think

Not like most bullies

Who look like bullies

Like charging bulls

Red-faced, snot-flying

No, not mine

Mine is classy

Well, classy-ish

Bullying aside, of course

Cleans up nice

King pompous

King arrogant

King of self-promotion

My bully boasts big

And is really really bad

At sounding sincere

Couldn’t pick authentic

Out of a line-up

He paints with plastic

And one night

It got to me

Really got to me

What a shame

Stealing a child’s sleep

But I happened upon a story

An enemy on a mountain

Defeated, they thought

Because they were on a mountain

So, they thought

They’d attack from the plain.

But what they found

Was sugar on the top

And sugar on the bottom

Sugar through and through

And in that moment I knew

I got Sugar o’ plenty.

And that bully

Just got bark

A bully’s bitter bark

I’ll never know

Why He chose

Not to be brave