Hello dear friends, just wanted to say a belated Happy Holiday to everyone and share the following poem that was sent to me from a dear friend. It's a hoot and will make you smile... enjoy!!! Feel free to pass on.
Take care,
Iris
Don't Mess With Mom
> >
> > My son came home from school one day,
> > with a smirk upon his face.
> > He decided he was smart enough,
> > to put me in my place.
> >
> > "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."
> >
> > It says I need not clean my room,
> > don't have to cut my hair.
> > No one can tell me what to think,
> > or speak, or what to wear.
> >
> > 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.
> >
> > I can wear earrings if I want,
> > And pierce my tongue and nose.
> > I can read and watch just what I like,
> > and get tattoos from head to toes.
> >
> > And if you ever spank me,
> > I'll charge you with a crime.
> > I'll back up all my charges,
> > with the marks on my behind.
> >
> > Don't you ever touch me,
> > My body's only for my use,
> > not for your hugs and kisses,
> > that's just more child abuse.
> >
> > Don't preach about your morals,
> > like your Mama did to you.
> > That's nothing more than mind control,
> > And it's illegal too!
> >
> > Mom, I have these children's rights,
> > so you can't influence me,
> > or I'll call Children's Services Division,
> > better known as C. S. D.
> >
> > Of course my first instinct was
> > To toss him out the door.
> > But the chance to teach him a lesson
> > made me think a little more.
> >
> > I mulled it over carefully,
> > I couldn't let this go.
> > A smile crept upon my face,
> > he's messing with a pro.
> >
> > The next day I took him shopping
> > at the local Goodwill Store.
> > I told him, "Pick out all you want,
> > there's shirts and pants galore.
> > I've called and checked with C. S. D.
> > who said they didn't care
> > if I bought you K-Mart shoes
> > instead of those Nike Airs.
> >
> > 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.
> >
> > I said "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."
> >
> > Just save the raging appetite,
> > and wait till dinner time.
> > We're having liver and onions,
> > a favorite dish of mine.
> >
> > He asked "Can I please rent a movie,
> > to watch on my VCR?"
> > "Sorry, but I sold your TV,
> > to put new tires on my car."
> >
> > I also rented out your room,
> > you'll take the couch instead.
> > All the C. S. D. requires is
> > a roof for over your head.
> >
> > Your clothing won't be trendy now,
> > and I'll choose what we eat.
> > That allowance that you used to get,
> > will buy me something neat.
> >
> > I'm selling off your jet ski,
> > dirt-bike and roller blades.
> > Check out the "Parents Bill of Rights,"
> > It's in effect today!
> >
> > Hey hot shot, are you crying,
> > and why are you on your knees?
> > Are you asking God to help you out,
> > instead of C. S. D..?
> >
Take care,
Iris
Don't Mess With Mom
> >
> > My son came home from school one day,
> > with a smirk upon his face.
> > He decided he was smart enough,
> > to put me in my place.
> >
> > "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."
> >
> > It says I need not clean my room,
> > don't have to cut my hair.
> > No one can tell me what to think,
> > or speak, or what to wear.
> >
> > 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.
> >
> > I can wear earrings if I want,
> > And pierce my tongue and nose.
> > I can read and watch just what I like,
> > and get tattoos from head to toes.
> >
> > And if you ever spank me,
> > I'll charge you with a crime.
> > I'll back up all my charges,
> > with the marks on my behind.
> >
> > Don't you ever touch me,
> > My body's only for my use,
> > not for your hugs and kisses,
> > that's just more child abuse.
> >
> > Don't preach about your morals,
> > like your Mama did to you.
> > That's nothing more than mind control,
> > And it's illegal too!
> >
> > Mom, I have these children's rights,
> > so you can't influence me,
> > or I'll call Children's Services Division,
> > better known as C. S. D.
> >
> > Of course my first instinct was
> > To toss him out the door.
> > But the chance to teach him a lesson
> > made me think a little more.
> >
> > I mulled it over carefully,
> > I couldn't let this go.
> > A smile crept upon my face,
> > he's messing with a pro.
> >
> > The next day I took him shopping
> > at the local Goodwill Store.
> > I told him, "Pick out all you want,
> > there's shirts and pants galore.
> > I've called and checked with C. S. D.
> > who said they didn't care
> > if I bought you K-Mart shoes
> > instead of those Nike Airs.
> >
> > 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.
> >
> > I said "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."
> >
> > Just save the raging appetite,
> > and wait till dinner time.
> > We're having liver and onions,
> > a favorite dish of mine.
> >
> > He asked "Can I please rent a movie,
> > to watch on my VCR?"
> > "Sorry, but I sold your TV,
> > to put new tires on my car."
> >
> > I also rented out your room,
> > you'll take the couch instead.
> > All the C. S. D. requires is
> > a roof for over your head.
> >
> > Your clothing won't be trendy now,
> > and I'll choose what we eat.
> > That allowance that you used to get,
> > will buy me something neat.
> >
> > I'm selling off your jet ski,
> > dirt-bike and roller blades.
> > Check out the "Parents Bill of Rights,"
> > It's in effect today!
> >
> > Hey hot shot, are you crying,
> > and why are you on your knees?
> > Are you asking God to help you out,
> > instead of C. S. D..?
> >
