Humor

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I'm NOT a willing child....at times,
But willful? YES! That's me.
My stubbornness....is on display
For everyone to see.

Sometimes...I go 'against the grain'
And rub someone....'wrong way'...
And many times...won't close my mouth
Until I've had my 'say.'

If Mom and Dad were still alive
They'd want to 'tan my hide.'
A smart-mouthed, hateful little punk
They never could abide.

But since I'm old and ugly,
And past the spanking age,
I'll have to 'fix it' on my own....
I'll start a cleaner page!

I'll smile, and say "Good morning"
(With my lips...but not my heart.)
I'll say "My Dear, I love your gown!"
(Musta come from Thrifty Mart.)

And to the preacher, I'll exclaim
"Your words....our souls restore!"
(But the word comes out ...'recycle'....
I'd heard THAT one before.)

But on a day....we know not when
That trumpet....ALL will hear,
We'll give account of how we lived....
Each moment...month...and year.

And 'tops' among the sins confessed
Will be our foolish pride,
They put us in a 'holding pen'
Not letting us...inside!

And then the Big Judge ambles in....
The bailiff shouts "ALL RISE!"
He takes His place upon the bench
While we avert our eyes.

"Now folks" He says "You got THIS far
But through......MY Grace,,,,be sure!"
Three million years....in sight of Home
Might help you kids....mature!"

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