A Short Bedtime Story - With A Moral And Art
My Parents named me Applebee and isn't it a shame,
of every pretty word out there, I got stuck with this name.
I mean, give me Harry. I'd take Larry!
Or a perplexing name like Tarry.
Willy, Billy, even Chilly.
I'd be thrilled to go by Philly.
What was going through their head?
That all they saw was Honeycrisp red!
Were they struck by a Pink Lady?
Which made them devise something this shady!
Perhaps it was a swarm of bees,
Which forced them away from expertise.
Maybe they were in mid-sneeze,
and I got stuck with this disease.
And you know what's worse? Pretty soon
I'll be at my first day of school.
The kids in class, in their youthness
Will tease me in ways quite ruthless.
Apple sauce. Apple head. Mr. Rotten.
Every name will have been gotten.
Bee brain. Bee sting. Bee a nerd.
Every insult I'll have heard.
I see a boy. Please look away.
I can't bear the things he'll say.
Here he comes with outstretched hand.
He greets me but with a demand.
"Hello there, what is your name?"
"Applebee." I say it lame.
A total hush falls on this kid. What mean thing will he say?
This is the terrible start of a lengthy, lengthy day.
"WHAT AN AWESOME NAME" he yells! "Man, am I jealous.
My own name is such a bore. Nothing for fun fellas."
Apparently I must rethink the things I said before.
Having a name that's this unique, at least won't cause a snore.
Every kid will have some things that will set them apart.
But, friends will think it intriguing yet, assuming they have some heart.
This story was created in reflection of our general goal of freeing kids to be themselves. If your child has an uncommon name, tell them to wear it with pride!
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