A Poem by Thayne Whipple
A Proper Time
Jun 7, 2016
My son is tugging at my arm
To play with him some ball.
I told him I was writing now -
My readers to enthrall.
To play with him some ball.
I told him I was writing now -
My readers to enthrall.
I want to share my deep concerns
On Corp’ral Discipline.
And though effective it might be,
It really is a sin.
On Corp’ral Discipline.
And though effective it might be,
It really is a sin.
My son is quite emphatic though,
And makes it hard to write.
I told him ‘take a chill pill,
Hang out right now, sit tight.’
And makes it hard to write.
I told him ‘take a chill pill,
Hang out right now, sit tight.’
…And now as I was saying,
There never could be cause;
To whip an offspring with a belt
Or smack him ‘cross the jaws.
There never could be cause;
To whip an offspring with a belt
Or smack him ‘cross the jaws.
Oh, now the brat is on the desk
And yelling in my face.
And I’ve decided spankings have
A proper time and place.
And yelling in my face.
And I’ve decided spankings have
A proper time and place.
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