Poetry Shmoetry! ~ Various Poetry ~ by PJ Perry

The Spank

The Spank

By PJ Perry

I watched my father shave one day

When I was a little lad

So when he left I had a play

With his brush and soaping pad

A stool I had to stand upon

To raise me a little higher

Then I began to brush upon

The soap for me to admire

When I looked into the mirror

I had a big white beard

But when I moved in nearer

The stool, it suddenly veered

Soap and suds went everywhere

The sink suffered a crack

A scream of panic and despair

As I laid there on my back

My dad ran in and saw the mess

And then began the wrath

I had no time to convalesce

When I saw the fracture in the bath

'What the hell's got into you?'

He shouted mad at me

'What else am I supposed to do?'

As he flung me over his knee

'I've never laid a hand on you

But this day it had to come

Tonight there'll be no bread or stew

Not a drop and not a crumb!'

I felt him jolt his arm back

And get ready for the swing

I was going to get a good hard smack

I knew it would unpleasantly sting

The whoosh couldn't have been any crisper

He had never been that mad

Just before the impact I just managed to whisper

'I just wanted to be like you Dad.'

I felt the force, it did bring fear

But not as much as predicted

My dad had tried save my rear

From the rage I had inflicted

He scooped me up hugged me hard

A tear lay in his eye

For a second he looked scarred

As I began to cry

'Don't cry my boy, I'm sorry son

I didn't mean to do it!

I really regret what I've done

And as a single father I'm unfit!'

'I love you dad, it's all ok

And things will get better you'll see!'

Then he said what I remember to today

He wished he was more like me!