The cursed old man yelled profane words to the boys
who played too loud in their yards
they weren't scared of the man who threatened to trouble them
they were able bodied and running wasn't hard
Afflicted with bones of sticks and skin of paper the man could do nothing
but grieve his old silent mornings like he used to before
The boys stopped playing when the man's sticks had broken and paper torn
for they had no one to trouble just someone to mourn
they wished that man had not said his execrations as his last heard words
the man was still there and he began to plan his return
on the boys who ruined his quiet mornings as they did so many times before.
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