If you are rearing for a fight
I’ll just pull my socks tight
You may use all your might
To vent on me, all your spite
I’m not all that light
Why don’t you just go, fly a kite?
Just get out of my sight
Before I punch you, left and right!
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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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