The Neighbor Boy
This boy lived down the street from me, his name I will not say,
He followed me to school, and picked on me everyday,
He'd trip me down the hallway, and would pull my hair in class,
The teachers never believed me, because he never got caught in the act,
After school he hid behind the tree, and waited to jump out and scare me,
He would punch me in the arm and run away, and this was on the daily,
I ran home and told my mother all that he would do,
She said, "Why don't you try being nice to him, and then maybe he won't pick on you,"
So I took my mother's advice, and went to school the next day,
I offered him one of my pencils, and smiled in his face,
He smiled back and said, "Thank you," I thought Wow, hey this might work,
But then after school he wrestled me to the ground, and pushed my face in the dirt,
I stayed at home and cried that day, I wouldn't come out to play,
Every time I saw him, I ran away like He was the plague,
I avoided him everyday, and for years we didn't speak,
And then one day standing behind the tree, he grabbed me suddenly,
Before I had the chance to scream, he kissed me right away,
The whole time he had a crush on me, he just didn't know what to say.
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