Hey you there with that cup of ale, <br />The things with that epic fail, <br />They will get you into jail, <br />Where you will get no mail, <br />And pee in a pail, <br />And feel no blustery, winter gale, <br />Bombard us no more with hail. <br /> <br />Soon you will grow a tail, <br />Like that old coot named Dale, <br />And his older brother Kale, <br />No matter if you are male, <br />Or if you live as a female, <br />The ocean you will no longer sail, <br />Where no longer you will spot a whale. <br /> <br />Do you not believe my tale? <br />Holding on to that rail, <br />Your knuckles are so pale, <br />And inside your throat grows a wail, <br />Hiding under that mysterious vale, <br />More scared than a quail, <br />As if you are stabbed with a nail, <br />And sitting on a lumpy hay bale. <br /> <br />Out of here you will not bail, <br />Not in a whole-hearty sale, <br />Here in this jail you have tried so hard to force me in, <br />But you have instead earned yourself a spot availed to me, <br />Now who has prevailed?<br /><br />Amber Glistener<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-bully-2/
