A boy is getting bullied

The bullies looked at me crying in the corner ,

They stood beside their leader in a straight order .

the leader came up to me and slapped me in the face ,

It was like being hit by a mace .

His posse screamed out "hit him again , you must,"

so his arm came back down with a thrust .

Thats when the teacher came ,

For them it was a shame .

But for me ,

I nearly screamed out with glee .

we were only messing ,

I knew would be the first suggestion .

But I was proved wrong ,

By the big throng . 

They joked and laughed ,

While the teacher called them daft .

They were all suspended ,

And my problems mended .

The End

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