Little Boys Bragging
Angry words, dirt clouds;
Loose tooth, black eye...
MY father can lick YOUR father!
Their fathers come, exhange looks,
Shake their heads; shake hands,
have a beer and talk shop.
Source of This Poem
This short poem was inspired by a real situation I overheard on the schoolyard when my daughters were in elementary school.
Threats were made; but I've taken dramatic license with the action, and inserted my own take on what would be the likely outcome if the parents did come together on account of the incident; saying, "boys will be boys," and recalling their own youth.
Poem was originally written in February of 1990, with a revision in May of 2010, and a further small tweak in February of 2018.
© 2010 Liz Elias