Naughty Naughty!

NAUGHTY NAUGHTY!

Do you remember the spank,

The whack on the little bum,

Delivered by a much incensed

Dad or, maybe, Mum?

Do you remember the wooden spoon,

Do you remember the strap,

The expected parental delivery

That was rather more than a tap?

We didn't feel resentment,

That was the way things were.

But that was in the Old Days,

When teachers were known as 'Sir.'

Bad things happened, for certain,

The cane could be ill-used;

For certain there were children

Who were battered, even bruised.

But, on the whole, a spanking

Was a trivial affair,

With laughter following after.

I know, because I was there.

But then came the parenting manuals,

(See the lady up above),

When parents were taught that the little spank

Simply showed a lack of love.

So all parents pussy-footed,

Nervously being 'kind'.

Viewing as a sort of temple

The precious young 'behind'.

And is the world any better?

Are young people more benign?

Have we produced a generation

More thoughtful and more fine?

Answer that question yourselves, my friends!

And what do we have to thank

But the demise of that 'corporal' thing,

The very convenient spank.

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WALKING BY WATER

When we walk down a busy street

We hear the thrum of the traffic's beat,

We see the myriad frowning faces,

We're very aware of humanity's traces.

When we walk by the water under the trees,

Where every prospect seems to please,

We know we're where we ought to be

And everything's in harmony.

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