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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

There Once was a Bully Named Bud

I originally wrote and posted this poem on October 20. Ever the optimist, I depicted my hero "Jimmy" standing up to a school yard bully named Allan Huber. Unfortunately for fans of National League baseball in Houston, in this case, my art does not imitate life.

Allan Huber roamed the grounds with handshakes and with smiles.
He laughed and said, "Yes, ma'am" a lot and looked good all the while.
Young Allan loved his teachers, and his teachers bragged on him
The place seemed better no doubt than a school had ever been.

Yet, when no one was looking, Allan Huber made it clear
To anyone who crossed him that he was someone to fear.
One student who did Allan's homework forgot it one day
And for a week had recess on a field quite far away.

Some students, he tormented with an extra touch of glee:
The children of the owner of the local A&P
Year after year, the grocer's kids were picked last in kickball
And giggled at without restraint by students short and tall.

"I love the grocer's children," Allan said for all to hear,
But if one looked behind the lines, his ways could be seen clear.
It seemed that Allan's reign would last 'til graduation day
The grocer's children looked up and saw only clouds of grey.

Then summer came and went and all the kids returned to school
And found a brand new student there, who seemed to be quite cool.
The teacher took the roll and everybody heard his name
He was the youngest off-spring of Seattle's Martin Crane.

Unlike his older brothers, this young Jimmy had a spine
He sought out Allan Huber and said, "This school will be mine."

Then over time, young Jimmy put the bully in his place
And did it daily with a great big smile upon his face.

It took a while as Allan Huber put up quite a fight
But as the weeks passed by, he began to see the light.

The school, no longer his to rule, young Allan laid quite low
He realized that Crane had won and this was Jimmy's Show.

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