Poem: No Stone Unturned

A poem about how kids can be cruel

We were throwing stones,
and a grumpy neighbour

told us to stop. We started
back up when she went inside.

Her little girl came out
and said that her mum said

that she was gonna tell our fathers
if we didn’t stop. And we told her

that at least we had fathers,
and ran off laughing.

We’d saved the biggest stone
for the end.