Matthew Payne is his name.
The art of bullying
is his game.
With the girls
he likes to flirt
but wimpy kids
he'll only hurt.
A wimpy kid
is what I be
so Matthew Payne
has "chosen" me.
He taunts me
on the way home from school
tripping me up,
calling me fool.
An anger inside me
starts to bubble.
"Watch out Payne.
Now you're in trouble."
Today I'm in
a real foul mood
and feel like
I can take this dude.
I hit him with
a mighty smack.
His head is reeling
from my attack.
He doesn't see
the second punch coming,
the one that leaves
all his mates running.
They're too scared
to stick around
as "Mighty Payne"
hits the ground.
From behind
I hear a chant;
"Fight, fight"
shouts Ian Grant.
All of a sudden
from nowhere,
kids are coming
to have a stare.
"WTF" says Julie Pratt.
"Have you just floored
the Mighty Matt?"
I await the backlash
that I fear
but instead
I get a mighty cheer.
Julie shrieks
"You're awesome dude!
I always thought
that Payne was rude."
But just as I start
to feel superior
I feel a kick
up my posterior.
I turn around,
Matt's on his feet.
"You've done it now.
You're dead meat."
He takes a swipe,
I duck my head,
he ends up punching
Grant instead.
Grant fights back,
I take my cue.
I know just what
I've got to do.
I leave them both
to fight it out.
I've been saved.
I have no doubt.
As the fight goes on
I slip away
I'll take my chance
another day.
I run off home
with an aching bum
and pray tomorrow
never comes.
