The Belt

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  • Childhood

    The Belt

    Seems like only yesterday
    the fanny spankings my
    Daddy gave.
    I remember all to well
    how those spankings
    hurt like hell.
    They got your attention
    made you think twice
    do the right thing you'll
    save your hide.
    Now fanny spanking a
    kid today can land you
    in jail where you might
    stay awhile.
    So spare the rod
    spoil the child and,
    this it what you'll
    get a lot of kids
    running amuck,
    ungrateful, lacking respect.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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