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My son
came home from school one day,
A smirk was on his
face.
He'd decided he was
smart enough
To put me in my place. |
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HE SAID:
Guess what I learned
in Civics Two,
That's taught by
Mr. Wright?
It's all about the
laws today:
THE CHILDREN'S BILL
OF RIGHTS. |
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| IT SAYS:
I don't have to clean
my room,
Don't have to cut
my hair.
No one can tell me
what to think,
How to speak, or
what to wear. |
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I have
freedom FROM religion,
And regardless what
you say,
I don't have to bow
my head,
And I sure DON'T
HAVE TO PRAY. |
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I can
wear earrings if I want,
And pierce my tongue
and nose.
I can read and watch
just what I like,
Be tattooed from
head to toes. |
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AND if
you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with
the crime,
I'll back up all my
charges
With the marks on
my behind. |
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| HE SAID:
Don't you ever touch
me,
This body's for MY
use,
Not for your hugs
and kisses,
That's just more
child abuse. |
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HE CONTINUED
WITH:
Don't preach about
your morals,
Like your mama did
to you.
That's nothing but
your mind control,
And it's illegal
too! |
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Mom,
I have these children's rights,
So you can't influence
me,
Or I'll call Children's
Services,
Better known as C.S.D. |
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Mom's
Reply and Thoughts
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Well,
of course, my natural instinct
Was to toss him out
the door.
But the chance to
teach a lesson,
Made me think a little
more.
I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't let this
go.
A little smile crept
to my face...
He was messing with
a pro! |
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Next
day I took him shopping,
At the local Good
Will store,
I told him, "pick
out all you want!
There are shirts
and pants galore." |
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I've
called and checked with C.S.D.,
They said they didn't
care,
If I bought you K-Mart
shoes,
Instead of Nike Airs. |
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| OH! And...
I've canceled that
appointment
To take your driver's
test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned,
So I'll decide what's
best. |
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No time
to stop and eat,
Or pick up stuff
to munch,
And tomorrow you can
start to learn
To make your own
sack lunch. |
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Just
save that raging appetite,
And wait 'til dinner
time.
We're having liver
and onions.
It's a favorite dish
of mine. |
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He ASKED:
Can we stop to rent
a movie,
So I can watch the
VCR?
Sorry, I said, I sold
your TV,
For new tires on
my car. |
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I also
rented out your room,
You can take the
couch instead.
The C.S.D. requires
just a roof
above your head.
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Your
clothing won't be trendy now,
I'll choose the food
we eat,
That allowance that
you used to get
Will buy me something
neat. |
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I'm selling
off your jet ski,
Dirt-bike ? roller
blades.
Check out the PARENTS'
BILL OF RIGHTS,
It's in effect today! |
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Hey,
Hot Shot, are you crying?
Why are you on your
knees?
Are you asking God
to help you?
.....GO CALL THE
C.S.D |
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Share this one with
some moms and dads you know....
or better yet some
kids!!!. |
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