Sonnet; Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge.

It's okay to not be okay.
To always be a joke, and look,
We're not afraid to say,
That we're another line without a hook.
But your jocky-posse thinks theyre so superior.
You kick us down and shout alloud.
And in the end we're sore.
Though small in numbers and weak we're quite a crowd.
Our croquet mallets look a lot scarier now,
When we hold them over our heads high and proud.
Wrecking havoc on the school will end with you saying 'ow!'
There's no way you can stop us now, not going back in our shrowd.
The beginning is what I love the most, It will never end.
And it all starts when we make that call and shout "REVENGE!"