Matthew Payne is his name.

The art of bullying

is his game.

With the girls

he likes to flirt

but wimpy kids

he'll only hurt.

A wimpy kid

is what I be

so Matthew Payne

has "chosen" me.

He taunts me

on the way home from school

tripping me up,

calling me fool.

An anger inside me

starts to bubble.

"Watch out Payne.

Now you're in trouble."

Today I'm in

a real foul mood

and feel like

I can take this dude.

I hit him with

a mighty smack.

His head is reeling

from my attack.

He doesn't see

the second punch coming,

the one that leaves

all his mates running.

They're too scared

to stick around

as "Mighty Payne"

hits the ground.

From behind

I hear a chant;

"Fight, fight"

shouts Ian Grant.

All of a sudden

from nowhere,

kids are coming

to have a stare.

"WTF" says Julie Pratt.

"Have you just floored

the Mighty Matt?"

I await the backlash

that I fear

but instead

I get a mighty cheer.

Julie shrieks

"You're awesome dude!

I always thought

that Payne was rude."

But just as I start

to feel superior

I feel a kick

up my posterior.

I turn around,

Matt's on his feet.

"You've done it now.

You're dead meat."

He takes a swipe,

I duck my head,

he ends up punching

Grant instead.

Grant fights back,

I take my cue.

I know just what

I've got to do.

I leave them both

to fight it out.

I've been saved.

I have no doubt.

As the fight goes on

I slip away

I'll take my chance

another day.

I run off home

with an aching bum

and pray tomorrow

never comes.