Poof, Be Gone

Poof, be gone. Your breath is really strong. I hate to be mean, but you need some listerine. Not a squiggle, not a squaggle, but the whole damn bottle. Wait, come back! You need a tic-tac. Not one, not two, but the whole six pack.

Peace, punch, captain crunch, I got something you can’t touch. Bang, bang, choo choo train, wind me up I do my thang. Reese’s Pieces buttercup, mess with me I’ll mess you up!

Brick wall, waterfall, girl you think you got it all. You don’t. I do. So poof with that attitude!

I have just recited a few of the infamous elementary school play ground chants. Most of the time these were only used as a way to be funny with your friends. It was super cool to use a derogatory term such as “damn”. This was also used to get away with saying mean things because these kinds of chants were never used in a serious manor. At least that people know of. It may have been one of those things where the girls started saying it with a hint of humor to it but as it continued, it turned into malice and hatred for the person she chanted it at.

The bad thing about these were whenever you had a reason to use it, like the boy who stole your ball won’t give it back and the teacher isn’t paying any attention to you, you can’t seem to remember to use them. That happens a lot at many different times in my life. For instance, when I’m driving and someone pulls out in front of me, prime time to use my car horn, I never think to reach over and honk it. Later I look back and think “wow why couldn’t I have just thought to do that. I bet that person would’ve gotten the idea much better than me yelling at them inside my car where they can’t even hear me.” It always seems the most important things are the hardest to remember.