Scouts-L Mail Archive for June of 1999: Re: Fwd:
John P. Miller
Thu, 3 Jun 1999 00:43:38 -0400
> > << A Child's Bill Of Rights
> > Author Unknown
> > My son came home from school one day,
> > with a silly grin on his face,
> > He thought he was smarter than me, his Mom,
> > and he could put me in my place.
> > HE SAID:
> > Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
> > that's taught by Mr. Wright,
> > It's about the laws of the land, today,
> > its called THE CHILDREN'S BILL OF RIGHTS.
> > IT SAYS:
> > That I don't have to clean my room,
> > I don't even have to cut my hair,
> > Nobody can tell me what I can eat,
> > or choose the clothes I wear.
> > IT SAID:
> > Freedom of speech is my constitutional guarantee,
> > and its my choice of what I read, or what I watch on TV
> > I have the freedom of religion, and regardless to what you say,
> > I don't have to ask your God for help---I don't have to pray.
> > IT SAID:
> > I can wear an earring in my ear,
> > and if I want to--I can pierce my nose,
> > It's my choice if I so desire,
> > to tattoo Satan's numbers--across my toes.
> > Hey, if ever again you try to spank me,
> > I will charge you with the crime,
> > and I can back up all my charges,
> > With the marks on my behind.
> > HE SAID, NOW:
> > Don't ever touch my body again,
> > this body of mine is for me to use,
> > And not for your hugs and kisses and stuff,
> > that's just another form of child abuse.
> > HE CONTINUED WITH:
> > And stop trying to fill my head with morals,
> > like your mama did to you,
> > Things like that is called mind control,
> > And that's illegal too!
> > Mom, I have these children's rights,
> > you can't do a thing to me,
> > I can call the children's services,
> > better known as C. S. D.
> > MY TURN!!!!
> > My very first impression was,
> > to toss this boy right out the door,
> > But here was a chance to teach him a lesson,
> > for once and for ever more.
> > I took my time and mulled it over,
> > but something like this I couldn't let go,
> > This kid of mine didn't realize,
> > that he was messing with a pro!
> > AND AWAY WE GO!
> > The next day we went shopping,
> > very much to his dismay,
> > I didn't buy him 501s
> > or shirts designed by Nike.
> > I had called and talked to the C. S. D.,
> > they said that they didn't really care,
> > If I bought him Volume shoes,
> > or a pair of Nike Airs.
> > AND THEN:
> > I canceled his appointment with DMV,
> > so he could test his driving SKILLS,
> > I'd probably be dead by now for sure,
> > If only looks could kill!
> > I SAID:
> > By-the-way, I don't have time to stop and eat,
> > or pick up stuff for you to munch,
> > I think you should follow C. S. Ds advice,
> > And make yourself a big sack lunch.
> > So, you say what? That you're not hungry,
> > that you can wait til dinner time?
> > Well, I am fixing liver and onions,
> > Cause that a favorite dish of mine.
> > Can we stop to get a movie,
> > so you can watch on the VCR?
> > Gosh no! I sold what was your TV,
> > And bought four new tires for my car.
> > I also rented out your room,
> > sorry, you really don't need a bed,
> > All I really have to do for you,
> > Is put a roof over your head.
> > As long as I have to buy your clothes,
> > and the food that you must eat,
> > The money I gave you for an allowance,
> > Is going to buy me something neat.
> > No more eating after we shop,
> > no more joking along the way,
> > Son, I too have BILL OF RIGHTS,
> > That goes into effect today.
> > What's the matter, why are you crying?
> > What are you doing down on your knees?
> > Why are you asking God to help you,
> > Instead of C. S. D.?