The class all took the lesson of Hamilton too well;
For, Tom and Brucie vowed to meet -outside- after the bell.
Yet on the way past Foursquare, Sue and Pete each swung a limb;
Tommy had to knock them out before they knocked out him.
Then, at the place of meeting, Bruce deloped and hit the tree;
Tommy cried, “He meant to strike!” and punched him in the spleen.
……
While Sue and Pete and Brucie all sat in with the nurse;
The other kids were singing tales, each with a diff’rent verse.
Said Principal, “These playground fights are such a mixed-up mess.
“Our outside cam’ra’s blurry and the fighters won’t confess.”
All went home to fam’lies, and those fam’lies up and called:
Singing like the children, diff’rent verses one and all.

©2021 Chel Owens
fun poem; I guess the apples don’t fall far from the tree…
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Not if you don’t teach them to fall somewhere else!!
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🙂
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That made me chuckle. Took me back to my school days. Those after school clubs got a bit interesting 🤣
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I didn’t know there were clubs! I was more of an independent fighter.
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Rule #1 of Fight Club…
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😀
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When I was in school both parties involved got suspended no matter who did what.
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I’ve had more of a one-sided experience.
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That’s too bad.
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I warmed to Brucie…
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I thought you might. He is named after you.
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I suspected as much!!
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Like all playground stories (speaking from experience as an evidence collector), everyone’s version is slightly different.
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Precisely. Make judgment difficult.
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Yep, amazing how each person has a different tale to tell 🤨
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Even when I witness my kids fighting, they tell it differently!
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🙄
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I can still hear that chant in the playground, “fight, Fight, FIGHT!”
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Me, too!
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