Playground Wars Poem by Francie Lynch

I won't drink your bourbon.

Well, I won't buy your beer.

I won't ride your Harleys.

Oh Yeah. Well, our cars don't need your wheels.

Says who?

Says you.

Did not!

Did too!

No way, Jose.

I'm telling.

You're a scaredy-cat.

I know you are but what am I?

You're a butthole.

I'm rubber and you're glue.

If you love it so much, why don't you marry it.

It takes one to know one.

Will not!

Will too! !

La la la la la la la. I'm not listening.