Christopher Robin

Little boy eying the boys in the yard;

First day; they all look so nasty and hard.

Hush, hush -- teacher wants quiet.

Christopher Robin’s afraid of a riot.

Little boy knows that he needs to survive.

The school’s a mean place; he likes being alive.

Think, think -- while you pretend.

Christopher Robin looks round for a friend.

Big boy comes over, scowls dirty and tough;

Number One haircut, tattoo, and looks rough.

Stand tall -- use the same slang;

Christopher Robin’s made one of the gang.

Little boy’s hiding behind macho pride,

Loudly parading a bullish outside;

Snarl, slouch, eye-shading hood --

Christopher Robin has stopped being good. 

D A Prince