Humor | Poetry | Fiction

Timid Timmy told the truth
Howard really paid no mood, how rude
Timmy became prude, started to brood
newer schemes to fool, everyone who showed

Playful he came with a balloon, filled with water
he threw on his rival at school, it made Howard mad
making Timmy sad,

At came Howard with a stool, and whammed it at Timmy's jewels
and then it struck one, there was a rush of screams followed by a silent hush

Timmy felt the blow, and came to a scream from his soul, he said,
Howard, you’re so cruel, holding his scattered jewels — poor whimpering fool

i often ponder… and yet i am still here to stay, will you?

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