He didn't like his nickname, <br />We couldn't call him Kenny. <br />Each time we did that boy would charge <br />Each one of us a penny. <br /> <br />He held his ground as he grew up, <br />We fell on harder times: <br />Inflation and that nickname stole <br />Our quarters and our dimes. <br /> <br />That boy got shrewder in his teens, <br />Now you're really pressing your luck- <br />Say the wrong thing, use the nickname: <br />That boy'll be taking your buck! <br /> <br />(1993)<br /><br />Linda Coker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kenn-y-eth/
