Yard Sale Search
Yard sale searching
While looking through the rubbish pile,
Something found did cause a smile.
My fathers broad old razor strap,
Can see him strop his Bengal at.
When I raised his temper, feel,
leather strap, buttocks to heel.
Respect for father’s, worked back then,
On Discipline you could depend.
But all at an end, minority’s descend,
So chaos rules the young,
No penalty now my friend,
Rules have a weak bung lung.
Yard sale contest 12-june-11
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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