The Bullying Poem

he cracked his knuckles,

while the air was filled with angry chuckles.

i backed away shaking slightly,

trying to excuse myself politely.

he laughed again and stepped in closely,

and he picked his teeth, flicked it at me grossly.

in a second or two i flailed around,

and thought that i was safe and sound.

Author's Note

ignore capitalization

Reviews

[BClancy]

Great job! I liked the way you rhymed and described the bully. Nice!