Whooped By A Kindergartner - Poem by Randy Johnson
My teenage nephew is a wimp.
He gets beat up by a shrimp.
We expect boys to grow into men.
Not to get whooped by a child in kindergarten.
The first time he got whooped, he said it was a fluke.
But the next day the boy beat him until he puked.
My nephew just turned fifteen.
He says the kindergartner can whoop him because he's so mean.
My nephew comes home with bruises and a bloody nose.
He gets his butt kicked by this child's soft little blows.
I want my nephew to defend himself but he doesn't have a chance.
When the kindergartner beats him up, he wets his pants.
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