Upon the beach beneath the summer skies,
a bully sauntered up, so big and buff.
In front of my dear lass he mocked my size,
then kicked hot sand into my face and ruff.
I tried to stand my ground to no avail.
He pushed me down like waving off a fart.
My maiden saw that I could not prevail,
then took his arm while stepping on my heart.
But from that shame I worked until it burned,
until I too was muscular and stout.
A silence filled the beach when I returned
and there I knocked that sorry bastard out.
My maiden begged, "Can we let bygones pass?"
To rhyme, I told that bitch to kiss an ass.
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