NAUGHTY CHILD
Although Mom had told me no
For that long I couldn't sit
Mom got quiet; her face red
My bottom's sore, I can't sit down
October 18, 2005 Poetry © Jan Haile Clark Designed by Original Artwork by
To my friends house I did go
She told me to wait for Dad
All that did was make me mad
So I pitched a big hissy fit
Called my mom a real bad name
Said my sister was the same
I ran to hide under the bed
She beat me on my little tush
With a switch cut from a bush
She then picks up that bar of brown
Washes out my mouth with soap
I'll not say that again... I hope
Greeneyed Angel
Wolfgang Suschitzky
Music playing is
"Oh Playmate, Come Out and Play With Me"