The 99 Poem Challenge
Fox-Trot-9

62. Monorhyme — Killjoy Roy vs. the Tomboy

You know, for someone who's just a little boy,
You're one freaking helluva killjoy;
You're so nauseatingly coy,
Acting like a goodie-two-shoes choirboy
(Which I know is just another ploy
You use to disturb everybody else's joy);
You manipulate and abuse everyone like a toy,
Shooting everyone down like a gun-totting cowboy,
Fooling everyone with yet another decoy,
Treating everyone like a busboy or bellboy,
Trying everything you can to annoy
Those that are trying to help you, Roy!
You think you're a straight-laced, straight-A schoolboy
Or a hotshot, girl-stealing playboy?
Is messing with me the sport you enjoy?
Now you're messing with the real mccoy,
A girl that can out-bastard you like a tomboy;
I'll kick down your door like they do in Illinois,
I'll gut-punch your stomach like a hooting Iroquois
And make you scream like a real choirboy!
Then you will know what it means to kill joy!

(To be continued...)

A/N: A Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme, in which meter and syllable count is optional.

Meter: Free verse
Rhyme: aaaaaa...