Note: This poem, I think, is one of my best. Please agree with me :D. Lol, well... do tell me if you liked the poem and my style.
Most school days see quarrels
Where students throw each other into barrels
Some guys run like squirrels
Others claw and bite...
... In a fight, might is right!
This one day, like any other
One boy cursed someone else's mother
The latter went for his udder
And there was much shudder and shudder.
As one the other kicked
All the boys were very, very licked
But to their code they firmly sticked:
Until defeat, no one else beat the undead meat.
The fight lasted hours (it shows)
The boys eyed each other with furrows
The anger rose: they came to blows
Hit each other with fingers and toes
And blood flows? One's nose was a hose!
As the audience zealous cheered
There was something they all feared
The loser, eyes teared
Ran off to the principal.
(Right turn at the hall, if you have the gall.)
As the principal... 60 years old
Was beginning to scold the young little fold
One gave him a fist
Another hissed, all were pissed.
Losing, suddenly his poise
(It was attacks of the school boys!)
The principal ran, without noise.
The fighting is back, and how
The school? Wow, The boys run it now!