Through the looking glass

by Trench Mouth

This is only going to have 3 chapters. The first one is Johnny and Ponyboy, the second one just Johnny and the thrid one is just Ponyboy. Not actually poetry, but does center on poems.

2. Speak roughly to your little boy

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, or the poem.

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Johnny stumbbled out of his house, holding his hand up to his bleeding nose.

He walked towards the lot he usually goes to when his father was drunk, all the time muttering, " Speak roughtly to you little boy, and beat him when he sneezes; He only does it to annoy because he knows it teases..."

By the time he got to the lot, his nose had stopped bleeding. He laid down, using the curb as a cement pillow, " I speak severly to by boy, and beat him when he sneezed: For he can thoroughly enjoy the peper when ya pleases..."

He wasn't sure why, but he chuckled at the end. Nothing of his situation was the least bit funny. But the poem is. It's funny because it's true. There was a word for that, wasn't there? Pony had told him once...Satire?

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