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On his way to school
A poor boy is approached
The bully offered friendship
But pranked him and threw his stuff.
The bully laughed,
The other cried, with hurt feelings,
‘I thought you are my friend,’
The bully laughed again.
At home, ‘How was your day?’
The answer, ‘Fine’ said rudely.
Dad and Mum swore,
He learned the words, kept swearing too.
Towards home next day, the bully spoke,
‘Sorry – ha, ha, NOT’ and swearing,
Hitting and smearing muddy shoes,
He laughed but the poor boy cried.
Friends of the poor boy told at school,
Sorted wisely, the bully stops.
Now he is happy.
by Ferial, Year 5
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