Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Little Boy Spanked

You poor little boy that I spanked,
You think you’ve been hurt very bad,
But if you could really know
How it hurt your, poor old Dad

To even touch one hair on your head,
I know you are sorry for what you said!

Oh, I was a little boy once,
And I often got spanked like you,
But I never found out until now
What a task it is to do.

Stop crying, I tell you! Or even your Dad
Will have to break down, and that would be bad!

You poor little crying, sad boy,
Don’t think you’re the only one hurt!
I hated to punish and scold,
Regardless of black eye and dirt!

I once was a little boy like you
Who would fight and get a black eye, too.

So I know just how you feel,
And you honestly weren’t so bad.
And I’m sort of happy to know
You’re so very much like your Dad!

~Dana B. Nelson


Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. My world. Sharing My perspectives.

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