Conduct Becoming

There once was a bully named Graham,
who traveled a lot on a tram.
He’d push and he’d yell,
and caused lots of hell,
for kindness to him was a sham.

Graham liked to throw his weight around
no matter where kind folk were found.
He’d lounge in his hood,
while old ladies stood,
and gladly let smugness abound.

When Graham saw a man with a Pad,
he seethed like the heat of Baghdad.
Graham got up and took
the man’s novel Nook,
then sang a few lines of, “I’m Bad.”

A priest who was sitting nearby,
gave Graham a disparaging eye.
Then he and a nun,
with their eyeing done,
sat back and looked up at the sky.

As Graham went steamrolling along,
he never once thought he was wrong.
But then came a light,
both warming and bright,
that shined on him steady and strong.

It reached into Graham like a spear,
and kicked him a bit in the rear.
Conducting Graham so,
it then let him go,
allowing anew to appear.

There once was a bully named Graham,
who now is as tame as a lamb.
He bullies no more,
by seat or by door,
since he met Conductor, I Am.


35 Lines
Writer's Cramp
March 16, 2014