What is this spear of mistletoe
That flies like dart from brother's hand?
Seemed innocent, a prank misfired
The great shapeshifter, fire-brand
Two-faced fool, the jester bold
Grasps at opportunities
To turn his coat, self-satisfy
And go wherever he might please
Little giant, skin so thick
Can hold the fate of all his kin
With treachery, duplicity
Behind the wide, engaging grin
The class clown sits in back of class
Throws paper darts, blot paper balls
To bounce off heads of swots like me
Provokе a fight when lunch break calls
His tiresomе japes, the prods and pokes
The never-lasting friendships made
Bring only our feigned approval
Soon resigned to trusts betrayed
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