A misunderstood boy
Who would always toy
With the people of Maycomb
And the new that come
Trialed for being child
A child who was wild
Became a prisoner
A silent beggar
Yearning to be free
The father treated him like a giant flea
Abused because of respect
Treated like the society’s reject
Only friends sent away
Knowing none day by day
By jabbing a pair of scissors in his father’s leg
The man could only beg
To keep his so-called regency
He takes away his son’s diplomacy
Kept in a basement
When his father was the true assailant
By keeping a boy in cage
Acting like a sage
Snuck out at night
Supposedly seen with people lucky enough to see him with their eyesight
Father died and soon replaced
Again like a violin, cased
Saw siblings grow day by day
Never knew what to say
Expressed his feelings with gifts
His brother noticed the children’s kindly shift
By making a letter of pure thankfulness
The message was never received to the man of pure loneliness
The brother clogged up the hole
As though trying to emotionally whack Boo with a pole
When the mysterious gifts vanished
Boo’s ability to express kindness famished
Years passed
Other still sassed
The poor misfortunate case
Of a boy with no human face
Seeing his friends in trouble
He arrived on the double,
Stabbed the drunk with a kitchen knife
And ended the strife
Saved a boy and a girl
Each as valuable to him as a pearl
Unable to speak
Probably can’t shriek
To scared to go home
He didn’t go alone