This is BiGwUrM again, writing a poem this time... so here goes! I realised how much bullying goes on in the world, even on Whyville, and I decided to write a poem about it.
The bullies
It's Monday morning,
I walk through the door,
The boys nick my books,
And chuck them to the floor!
I walk down the corridor,
They are hitting me,
My arms are all bruised,
And so is my knee!
They really are quite clever,
There is no one there to see,
All the nasty things they say to me,
And the way they bully me!
They get me into trouble,
By pretending it was me,
I know I didn't do it,
But what will become of me!
I am so unhappy,
My mum thinks I am ill.
I really don't wont to go to school,
I'll even take a pill!
My friends says I must report them,
Else things will stay the same,
I tell my favourite teacher,
Who says she'll stop their game!
At least things are better,
The boys have left the school,
I shouldn't have kept this quiet,
I know I was a fool!
I now enjoy my lessons,
I don't ever feel ill,
I am glad it is over,
I found it quite a bore.
This is BiGwUrM signing off... peace, ya'll.
