I’ll tell you the tale of a boy, eleven
Supposedly a gift from heaven
His parents delight
Till they gave up the fight.
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No matter the day
He’d disobey.
Doing dishes you might think
Make him stand by the sink
Or some other similar chore
Would bad behavior be no more?
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His disobedience always caused a melee
Any good behavior required a fee
To be paid by the parent
Should they? It was apparent
That misbehavior
Was something he savored
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It was his delight, often crude
and voice mostly rude
That drove them to offer
Coins in a coffer
To tame his actions
T’was his satisfaction
The plan turned out well
His savings did swell
Disproving the theory
Inviting a query –
Does crime pay?
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Loved this, very clever π¦
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Had a laugh.
On a serious note, it’s a very important question that needs serious thought. Again, I’m impressed with your ability to raise an issue with humor. Brilliant, simply brilliant, Rugby. π
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Awwwπ
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Well, that was interesting. Didn’t expected the awww. π
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What a great poem!!
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