He didn't like his nickname,
We couldn't call him Kenny.
Each time we did that boy would charge
Each one of us a penny.
He held his ground as he grew up,
We fell on harder times:
Inflation and that nickname stole
Our quarters and our dimes.
That boy got shrewder in his teens,
Now you're really pressing your luck-
Say the wrong thing, use the nickname:
That boy'll be taking your buck!
(1993)
Linda Coker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kenn-y-eth/
