A Bully Poem by Phil Soar

Poking fun at someone
Used to be a daily treat
I bullied friends at school
And told them they had smelly feet
I liked to make them victims
Of my every whim
Throw youngsters in a local lake
To see if they could swim

These days to be a bully
Is something most obtuse
It's not so welcome anymore
To shout verbal abuse
So get you head around it
And don't you follow me
I'm 62, and worn right through
And nobody likes me