‘Completely out of character‘ were the words
On the report which hastened its way
To her unsuspecting parents
That carmine afternoon when she strode up to Jimmy Randell
Curling her fingers into the compacted ball of a fist
Which doubled in size
With each determined step
Across the unsuspecting playground
Until she stood snarling before him
Raising that herculean fist, her arm
An iron lollipop stick
‘Leave my little brother alone’ she spat
As she slammed it into his stupid, gurning face.
Poetry for Dullards 