The Children’s Bill of Rights – A very funny poem, that’s all too true. Way to go, Mom!
My kid came home from school one day, with this silly grin on his face. He thought he was smarter than me, and could put me in my place. He said: Guess what I learned in Civics class, that’s taught by Mr. Wright? It’s about the laws of the land, its called: The Children’s Bill of Rights. It says: I don’t have to clean my room, I don’t have to cut my hair. Nobody can tell me what to eat, My freedom of speech is guaranteed. Its my choice of what I read, or watch on TV. I can wear an earring in my ear, And, if I want, can pierce my nose. It’s my choice if I so desire to tattoo numbers across my toes. And if 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. Don’t ever touch me, this body is only for my use, not for your hugs and kisses and stuff, that’s just another form of child abuse. Don’t fill my head with morals, like your mama did to you. That’s what’s called mind control, And it’s illegal too! Mom, I have these children’s rights. You can’t do a thing to me, or I can call Children’s Services. Better known as C. S. D.
My very first impression was, to toss this boy out the door. But here was a chance to teach him a lesson, for once and ever more. I took my time and mulled it over. I couldn’t let this 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, and in spite of every plea, I didn’t buy him 501s or shirts designed by Nike. I had called and talked to C. S. D., they said they didn’t care, if I bought him K-Mart shoes, or a pair of Nike Airs.
I canceled his appointment to test his driving skills, You’d think that he would have noticed that the road he chose is all up hill.
There’s no time to stop and eat, or pick up stuff to munch. I think you should follow my advice Son, And make yourself a sack lunch. So what, if you are too hungry, to wait ’til dinner time. We’re having liver and onions, Cause it’s a favorite dish of mine.
Can we stop to get a movie, so I can watch it on the DVD? Absolutely not! I sold the TV in your room and bought new tires for my car. I also rented out your room, you really don’t need a bed. C.S.D. says all that’s required of me is to put a roof over your head. I only have to buy your clothes, and the food that you must eat. The money you used to get for an allowance, will now buy me something neat. No more eating after we shop, no more joking along the way. For I too have a BILL OF RIGHTS, that goes into effect today! What’s the matter, are you crying? Are you down on your knees? Why are you asking Dad for help?……… WHY NOT CALL THE C.S.D.?