When I was just a little lad
sometimes I used to hate my dad.
It was his job so he taught me.
I must pay for being naughty
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Well done Ivor I think the children were easier to like those days. regards Ann
A fine philosophy, tried and true. Another wonderful, rhyming, metered poem, Ivor. I do love to read such verse.. Best wishes Richard
Children have no frame to work to no aim in life anymore. They need control and sometimes a smack is what makes them remember not to do things again. Words don't seem to work, they just throw words back and not nice words at all. It all started when the teachers said that children had to express themselves. Chaos took over and now there is no congtrol whatsoever. You couldn't have said a truer word or written a truer poem. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX