Ecce Puer. Ecce Homo. Ecce Puer. Poem by Francie Lynch

I won the race,
So tail me.
I lost my balance,
Don't right me.

I won second place,
So bewail me.
I lost the toss,
Don't kite me.

I won the ribbon,
So impale me.
I lost my cool,
Don't ice me.

I won the job,
So avail me.
I lost the argument,
Don't cite me.

I won the bid,
So assail me.
I lost the battle,
Don't fight me.

I won the vote,
So regale me.
I lost some friends,
Don't spite me.

I won the right,
So hail me.
I lost my way,
Don't slight me.

I won the lottery,
So blackmail me.
I lost some will,
Tread lightly.

I won the case,
So bail me.
I lost the cross,
Don't indict me.

I won the girl,
So unveil me.
I lost some teeth:
'So bite me! '