I Am Jack

• Holly Reynolds, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2009

I am Jack as you know
I have always wanted to go to the snow
I am here to tell you a story
About something with not much glory
But mind you I’m also here
To bring you all great big cheer
When it comes to meanies
Who pick on you because you’re teeny?
Well here we go we must start
With unfortunately not my favourite part
I get to school all brave and tough
I am ready to show George my stuff
But then I realise suddenly
That this might get quite ugly
So I change my mind and puff my chest right down
Good choice I hear and then I frown
George Hamel is coming near
The bully or meanie of the year
And then I take my chance to run
Otherwise this won’t be fun.
It’s gone on like this well for, forever
On hot or cold or windy weather.
I’ve tried to tell mum but she won’t listen
She’s always too busy in the kitchen.
There goes to bell and off to class
Hopefully the day won’t last.
Bum head bum head I hear them shout
Your mother looks like an ugly trout
I’m used to you insulting me
But my mother that hurts her terribly
Then when I finally get home
I hear a sound quite like a groan
Then I see mother coming in
There are so many tears I could go for a swim
I am sorry my darling I cant believe its true
Would you like me to make you some home made stew?
I didn’t know anything to say
But why are you crying it’s a lovely day?
Why she was crying is truly quite simple
She had heard about me and Mr Hamel
The rest isn’t really much you know
But she did put on quite a show
In the end it was all solved
And I’m sure I’ll be happy until I’m old.