Sunday, March 05, 2006

I'd git a whoopin'

It was right pretty sittin’ on that shelf
So, I picked it up despite myself
Mama had told me never to touch it
But, I decided it just had to be!

Before I knew it there was a loud crash
I looked at the floor and there in a flash
Was Mama and me starin’ at the mess
That was when I knew I’d git a whoopin’

“What did I tell you?” she looked straight at me
“Never to touch it” came right out of me
“Go git me a switch” those dreaded five words
Echoed through my brain as I walked outside

This wasn’t the first nor would it be last
But I knew better than to talk some sass
She had made it clear time and time a’gin
If I don’t do right I’d git a whoopin’

Whoopin’s ain’t allowed nowadays they say
Treat ‘em with kindness .. let’m have their way
It appears to me if they could feel it
The hurt of that switch would make a mind right

Could you imagine if with just one look
The kids nowadays would know all it took
To make Mama mad is what you don’t do
Gittin’ a whoopin’ just might be the cure

As I reflect back on those early days
And, how Mama was so set in her ways
I remember it and think of her love
Glad she taught me why I’d git a whoopin’
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7 comments:

Scarlet said...

I think it's rather appropriate that my first "Southern" poem on this Blog comes straight from my childhood! I hope you enjoy it and reflect on yours too!

Buzz Creek said...

YOU'D get a whoopin' ... I think I've had that whoopin' .. Keep it up Scarlet! You gonna get a real whoopin' yet!

Obie said...

Enjoyed it M.















Enjoyed it M.J.! I never got a whoopin',not that I didn't deserve one many times.

Thanks for sending it, as you know I like things light and funny.

Barcino said...

Hi Scarlet,
Whooping is the way to go. Need to have something to keep control. The alternative is being spoilt.

Barcino

Barcino said...

Hi Scarlet,
Whooping is the way to go. Need to have something to keep control. The alternative is being spoilt.

Barcino

oneputt said...

That is a great poem. Mom never whipped much be we all feard Dad and his Razor Strap.

Anonymous said...

I can well remember those days, excellent job, I loved it. Ned