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Nebulous the Poet Jan 2012
Chester The Bully
Nebulous the Poet
Jan 2012
At school there's a kid named Chester
He roams the halls finding kids to pester
Not a single person likes him
He scares people and makes them feel grim
Nobody has the guts to take a stand
And show him that he's not a man
He thinks he's so tough and big
But on the inside he's as weak as a twig
People refer to him as "infector"
The things he says and the things he does
Make people feel like dust
He's affected so many peoples lives
And taken away their strive
To pursue what makes them happy
If only there was someone, maybe
That could show he's only a big baby
There's a new girl at school, her name is Kelli
She's not your average girl, she has a big belly
When word around school reached Chester
He made it his personal goal to infest her
But Kelli, she is not your ordinary girl
Her past is not at all like a shining pearl
She's been through more than any could fathom
But Chester was ready to scare her like a phantom
When Chester approached her everyone held their breath
They all knew he was about to bully her to death
But Kelli knew it was coming and wouldn't let it happen
She had the guts to stand up to him and slap him
What Kelli did shocked the whole school
And made standing up to Chester seem cool
That day marked the start of something new
And standing up to Chester, anyone can do
Now people have hope and courage
To live their lives and let it flourish.
He roams the halls finding kids to pester
Not a single person likes him
He scares people and makes them feel grim
Nobody has the guts to take a stand
And show him that he's not a man
He thinks he's so tough and big
But on the inside he's as weak as a twig
People refer to him as "infector"
The things he says and the things he does
Make people feel like dust
He's affected so many peoples lives
And taken away their strive
To pursue what makes them happy
If only there was someone, maybe
That could show he's only a big baby
There's a new girl at school, her name is Kelli
She's not your average girl, she has a big belly
When word around school reached Chester
He made it his personal goal to infest her
But Kelli, she is not your ordinary girl
Her past is not at all like a shining pearl
She's been through more than any could fathom
But Chester was ready to scare her like a phantom
When Chester approached her everyone held their breath
They all knew he was about to bully her to death
But Kelli knew it was coming and wouldn't let it happen
She had the guts to stand up to him and slap him
What Kelli did shocked the whole school
And made standing up to Chester seem cool
That day marked the start of something new
And standing up to Chester, anyone can do
Now people have hope and courage
To live their lives and let it flourish.
To many, this might just seem like a poem about a bully at school. But i wrote this for a creative writing last year as a symbolism assignment. Chester is not only a bully, but he is supposed to represent cancer. Kelli is a girl who has cancer, but she stands up to it and shows strength and courage. She's not going to let having cancer ruin her life, rather she looks on the bright side and toughens it out and wants to show other people what standing up to cancer and fighting it can do.
David Lewis Paget Aug 2013
Jutland
David Lewis Paget
Aug 2013
Jack Cornwell was a Boy, First Class
On the Chester’s forward gun,
There to relay the settings with
A pair of headphones on,
He’d turned sixteen just months before
Was trained for his chosen task,
And hoped for a life of adventure as
He sailed, before the mast.
The Chester sailed to join the Fleet
That had left from Scapa Flow,
The Grand Fleet with its battleships
Sailed under Jellicoe,
They’d intercepted the German codes
And knew that they’d put to sea,
Hoping to split the British Fleet
And gain a victory.
The Chester turned to meet the flash
Of gunfire, far away,
The light was poor before the dawn
And the mist was thick that day,
Three funnels of a German ship
Came gliding through the mist,
And the Chester turned to starboard
Ready to show the British fist.
But the German ship was not alone
And the shells began to rain,
From the following battle cruisers
Shattering decks, in blood and pain,
Jack Cornwell stood at his post while all
His gun crew lay there dead,
Ready to take his orders, though
The Chester turned, and fled.
The medics found him with shrapnel wounds
Steel splinters in his chest,
He wouldn’t desert his post, he was
As brave as all the rest,
The Chester sailed for Immingham
Disembarked the wounded crew,
Put Jack in Grimsby Hospital,
There was nothing they could do.
He died just two days afterwards
Before his mother came,
She’d hurried on up from London
Where she’d caught the fastest train,
They buried Jack in a communal grave
So many men had died,
Fighting for King and country
Steeped in duty, worth and pride.
His name was honoured from lip to lip
How he’d stood beside his gun,
Determined to fight the German ships
‘Til the Chester turned to run,
Such courage born of England
Where it was tempered at the forge,
Was so inspiring in one so young
Said the Navy, to King George.
‘For shame,’ then cried the ‘Daily Sketch’
When they heard of the communal grave,
‘Is this how we treat our heroes,
Jack deserves the nation’s praise!’
The coffin was shortly disinterred
And draped with the Union Jack,
Drawn on an open gun carriage
With the Navy at its back.
His name went down in the history books
As the boy who stuck to his post,
In the midst of dead and dying men
As they made their way to the coast,
King George conferred the highest award
That there was, for bravery,
Awarded him the Victoria Cross,
Jack Cornwell, Boy, V.C.
David Lewis Paget
On the Chester’s forward gun,
There to relay the settings with
A pair of headphones on,
He’d turned sixteen just months before
Was trained for his chosen task,
And hoped for a life of adventure as
He sailed, before the mast.
The Chester sailed to join the Fleet
That had left from Scapa Flow,
The Grand Fleet with its battleships
Sailed under Jellicoe,
They’d intercepted the German codes
And knew that they’d put to sea,
Hoping to split the British Fleet
And gain a victory.
The Chester turned to meet the flash
Of gunfire, far away,
The light was poor before the dawn
And the mist was thick that day,
Three funnels of a German ship
Came gliding through the mist,
And the Chester turned to starboard
Ready to show the British fist.
But the German ship was not alone
And the shells began to rain,
From the following battle cruisers
Shattering decks, in blood and pain,
Jack Cornwell stood at his post while all
His gun crew lay there dead,
Ready to take his orders, though
The Chester turned, and fled.
The medics found him with shrapnel wounds
Steel splinters in his chest,
He wouldn’t desert his post, he was
As brave as all the rest,
The Chester sailed for Immingham
Disembarked the wounded crew,
Put Jack in Grimsby Hospital,
There was nothing they could do.
He died just two days afterwards
Before his mother came,
She’d hurried on up from London
Where she’d caught the fastest train,
They buried Jack in a communal grave
So many men had died,
Fighting for King and country
Steeped in duty, worth and pride.
His name was honoured from lip to lip
How he’d stood beside his gun,
Determined to fight the German ships
‘Til the Chester turned to run,
Such courage born of England
Where it was tempered at the forge,
Was so inspiring in one so young
Said the Navy, to King George.
‘For shame,’ then cried the ‘Daily Sketch’
When they heard of the communal grave,
‘Is this how we treat our heroes,
Jack deserves the nation’s praise!’
The coffin was shortly disinterred
And draped with the Union Jack,
Drawn on an open gun carriage
With the Navy at its back.
His name went down in the history books
As the boy who stuck to his post,
In the midst of dead and dying men
As they made their way to the coast,
King George conferred the highest award
That there was, for bravery,
Awarded him the Victoria Cross,
Jack Cornwell, Boy, V.C.
David Lewis Paget
johnny georgy brown
Dec 2021
Chester might need a sweater
A sweater a sweater
Chester needs a sweater
Because it is too cold
You see it is at the start of winter
So Chester needs a sweater
To keep himself warm
You see there are many floats
To spring out community
Time to say duddity
Chester needs a sweater
To keep
To keep
To keep himself warm
On Christmas he drinks eggnog
Just like a cold Freddo frog
Chester needs a sweater
Just to keep warm
Just
Just
Just to keep warm
A sweater a sweater
Chester needs a sweater
Because it is too cold
You see it is at the start of winter
So Chester needs a sweater
To keep himself warm
You see there are many floats
To spring out community
Time to say duddity
Chester needs a sweater
To keep
To keep
To keep himself warm
On Christmas he drinks eggnog
Just like a cold Freddo frog
Chester needs a sweater
Just to keep warm
Just
Just
Just to keep warm