Ken the slob, a bully so loud & proud
At Atherton library, he'd push thru the crowd
Scowling & sneering, filled with spite
Mistreated folks with all his might
Books he'd toss & papers he'd tear
His manners Gone, & kindness rare
He mocked & jeered, no soul was spared
A hater's heart, dark & bared
But one day came a quiet foe
A gentle patron, wise & slow
With steady gaze & words precise
She met his wrath with calm advice
"Ken," she said, "your time is done
You've had your fun, but now you run
For every insult & every sneer
Karma's creeping, drawing near"
Ken stood up, but not for long
Her steady gaze too fierce & strong
His bluster broke & courage fled
HE SLUNK AWAY, his face turned red
Out the door, tail tucked tight
Ken vanished fast into the night
No more a bully, no more a king
He left in shame, NEVER seen again
