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’
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:
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!
YOU'D get a whoopin' ... I think I've had that whoopin' .. Keep it up Scarlet! You gonna get a real whoopin' yet!
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.
Hi Scarlet,
Whooping is the way to go. Need to have something to keep control. The alternative is being spoilt.
Barcino
Hi Scarlet,
Whooping is the way to go. Need to have something to keep control. The alternative is being spoilt.
Barcino
That is a great poem. Mom never whipped much be we all feard Dad and his Razor Strap.
I can well remember those days, excellent job, I loved it. Ned
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