YOU'VE doubtless encountered that terrible gent, who'll fight at the drop of the hat, who wanders the village, on trouble intent, as sassy as Thomas H. Cat. He says he's the Terror from Bittercreek Bend, who ne'er was divorced from his goat, and he will consider that person a friend who treads on the tail of his coat. He bullies the undersized people he meets, and wrenches the invalid's nose, and chases the cripples off most of the streets, and tramps on the patriarch's toes. The chief of police, when the bully's around, has duties important elsewhere; he's pinching an orphan for beating a hound, or chasing a hen to its lair. It may be for months and it may be for years, men stand for this delegate bad; but finally someone undaunted appears, and spreads him all over the grad. Then people rejoice with a hearty good will, no longer distraught and afraid; the bully they take to the dump on the hill, and put him to bed with a spade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LONELY HOUSE by EMILY DICKINSON DAYBREAK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AFTER THE WINTER by CLAUDE MCKAY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 86. LOST DAYS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI INSCRIPTION FOR AN ICE-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PRETENCE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |