PeeWee Addresses His Bully

To flee or not to flee; that is the question

Whether ‘tis nobler in the nose to suffer

The slings and slaps of an outrageous bully

Or take arms and see much troubles

And by opposing, offend them. To die-to be slapped

No more and by a slap to say we end

The nose-bleeds and the thousand natural shocks

That my flesh is heir to: ‘tis a culmination

Devoutly to be wished; Wise guy, to slip,

Perchance to cream you-A Black Eye, there’s something to rub!

For in that slip, death may surely come

And when I’ve shuffled off this mortal coil

I must have peace, not the disrespect

That makes calamity of my bullied life

For I, who bear your whips and scorns,

My oppressor’s wrongs, with proud humility,

Bear the insolence of your offence, and my spurns

This patient merits not of your unworthy pokes

-Enterprises of great strength and movement

With no regard will turn awry

And lose fame for your actions