A Cautionary Tale.

When Sue was just a little girl, with specs and braces, flaxen
curls,
She watched new folks move in next door while dreaming of the fun in
store.
As Susan was an only child, she drove her flustered mother wild
To be allowed to go and play with Sean. (She'd heard his mother
say.)

She wasn't ready for the shock: Sean whacked her with a wooden
block
When she was halfway through the door; then, laughing, pushed her to
the floor.
Sue wasn't used to spoilt young boys with crates of (rather battered)
toys
Who fixed her with a baffled frown, then tried to pull her knickers
down.

Those next few months, young Sue found out what give and take is all
about.
She gave, Sean took, and often broke her toys, and thought it all a
joke.
And when his mother wasn't there, he'd pinch Sue's arm and pull her
hair.
Young Sue clammed up and wouldn't say just why she didn't want to
play.

So, sensing things were getting strained, her mother went round and
complained.
Sean's doting mother didn't dare to tick him off, she shrugged and
stared
As Sean, frustrated, threw a fit and smashed another toy to bits.
He'd roll about, then scream and punch, refuse to even eat his
lunch.

But later on.. oh, joyful day! The Clements family moved away
To plague some other neighbourhood. (Sue's mother prayed they'd gone
for good.)
And so they had. Young Sue forgot her traumas and became a swot
Went off to university and gained herself an arts degree.

The years rolled by, and Sue became an expert at the PR game:
Wiped out the awful memory of just how vile a "friend" can be,
Until that party. Looking round, she heard the old familiar sound
-
There in the corner, loud and vain - it couldn't be! Not him
again?

He didn't look, he didn't think - just curtly asked her for a
drink
And Susie, stuck for what to say, politely passed one from a
tray.
He never smiled, he didn't thank her - for Sean was now a merchant
banker.
Yes, Sue had always known this fact, but bit her lip - the soul of
tact.

Now Sue had long since thrown off traces of girlish shyness, freckles,
braces,
And grown up fashionably slim. Sean had no clue - but she knew
him!
So, when he sauntered through the crowd, the same old Sean -
aggressive, loud,
She realised he'd not changed one jot - and, maybe, she could hatch
some plot..

When Sean, all "charm" and sickly smile, asked "Why don't we just walk
a while?
And maybe we could slip outside? I'd love to take you for a
ride!"
"I'm not quite sure I understand.." laughed Sue, and peeled off Sean's
right hand
From halfway down her thigh and placed it firmly back around her
waist.

"Oh, come on, sweety.." Growing bolder, Sean flung an arm around her
shoulder.
"I'm sure Jemima wouldn't mind. She's not the dull, possessive
kind!"
"Well, if you're sure.." Sweet Sue replied, and left the party at his
side
Still winking at her gawping friends, determined Sean should make
amends.

Once clear, Sue grabbed the hopeful klutz and, smiling, kneed him in
the nuts.
A muffled gasp, a stifled yelp - as Sean collapsed and croaked for
help
Sue scurried off: she didn't pause to bow, acknowledge warm
applause.
And Sean, still moaning on the floor? She'd gained her sweet revenge,
and more.

For, as she left, she paused to say to Sean's ferocious fiancee
"If I were you, I'd get out quick! The poor chap's looking rather
sick!"
Jemima, miffed to find her friends still doubled up at Sean's
expense
Just kicked him smartly, snatched his keys and left him begging on his
knees.

So Sue had tamed the boastful wimp, and left him with a painful
limp.
A limp? Limp what? I hear you ask - you're surely equal to the
task!
The moral's clear - be careful, mind, of all the girls you leave
behind
And never cross a girl like Sue - 'cos someday, somewhere, she'll find
you!