> My son came home from school one day, > with a smirk upon his face. > He'd 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 & nose. > I can read & watch just what I like, > and get tattoos from head to toes. > > 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. > > 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 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 & 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 that raging appetite, > and wait 'til 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, > for new tires on my car. > > I also rented out your room, > you'll take the couch instead. > The C.S.D. requires > just a roof above 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 & roller blades. > Check out the "Parent's 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.? > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³