Walking down the street I passed them,
A mother and her child.
They were arguing,
The child had misbehaved.
The further I walked from them
The louder the voices became,
Until at last the final threat came.
That severest of all chastisement
That a mother can give to her child,
“THAT’S IT! The mother screamed,
“WHEN WE GET HOME
YOU WILL NOT PLAY ON YOUR X-BOX!!”
The girl was in floods of tears,
The agony was etched on her face,
The X-box had been withdrawn,
Life could get no worse,
No worse for the young child,
The ultimate chastisement had been issued.