Squarey Square Peg

Squarey Square Peg* by Jack A.S. Dunce There was born a girl, Squarey Square Peg In a village so filled with round eggs She did try all her best to fit in But round she just was not to begin The round eggs shunned poor Squarey Square Peg She just sat sad, bound to a round keg All the time, on her own, all alone Still the round eggs found her with their stones With the village chief she sought relief All she got was shot of disbelief -- An odd one as against all round eggs, It must be she who's wrong not those eggs The round eggs chased around Peg through town Once again, to a corner she backed down On her last leg, Peg stood on her keg Once lived the girl, Squarey Square Peg ©️pgmr 01/19/2024 *Stop bullying; it will kill