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Poem to MOM
My son came home from school one day, With a smirk upon his face. He decided he was smart enough, To put me in my place. "Guess what I learned in Civics Two, that's taught by Mr. Wright? It's all about the laws today, The 'Children's Bill of Rights.' It says I need not clean my room, Don't have to cut my hair No one can tell me what to think, Or speak, or what to wear. I have freedom from religion, And regardless what you say, I don't have to bow my head, And I sure don't have to pray. I can wear earrings if I want, And pierce my tongue & nose. I can read & watch just what I like, Get tattoos from head to toe. And if you ever spank me, I'll charge you with a crime. I'll back up all my charges, With the marks on my behind. Don't you ever touch me, My body's only for my use, Not for your hugs and kisses, that's just more child abuse. Don't preach about your morals, Like your Mama did to you. That's nothing more than mind control, And it's illegal too! Mom, I have these children's rights, So you can't influence me, Or I'll call Children's Services Division, Better known as C.S.D." Mom's Reply and Thoughts Of course my first instinct was To toss him out the door. But the chance to teach him a lesson Made me think a little more. I mulled it over carefully, I couldn't let this go. A smile crept upon my face, he's messing with a pro. Next day I took him shopping At the local Goodwill Store.. I told him, "Pick out all you want, there's shirts & pants galore. I've called and checked with C.S.D . Who said they didn't care If I bought you K-Mart shoes Instead of those Nike Airs. I've canceled that appointment To take your driver's test. The C.S.D. Is unconcerned So I'll decide what's best. " I said "No time to stop and eat, Or pick up stuff to munch. And tomorrow you can start to learn To make your own sack lunch. Just save the raging appetite, And wait till dinner time. We're having liver and onions, A favorite dish of mine." He asked "Can I please rent a movie, To watch on my VCR?" "Sorry, but I sold your TV, For new tires on my car. I also rented out your room, You'll take the couch instead. The C.S.D. Requires Just a roof over your head. Your clothing won't be trendy now, I'll choose what we eat. That allowance that you used to get, Will buy me something neat. I'm selling off your jet ski, Dirt-bike & roller blades. Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights', It's in effect today! Hey hot shot, are you crying, Why are you on your knees? Are you asking God to help you out, Instead of C.S.D..?" Send to all people that have teenagers or have already raised teenagers, Or have children who will soon be teenagers or those who will be parents someday OR ANYONE WHO'D JUST GET A LAUGH ...I love this One!! ! MOM (Mean Old Mother.) |
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It isn't the fact that the child was a teenager that is the problem; it's really the fact that you are raising a maroon.
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Hmmm. So the writer of this glurge believes that beating your kid and forcing religion down their throats are appropriate parenting techniques?
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Who watches anything on a VCR anymore?
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To paraphrase:
Kid: "I did Civics today, but I wasn't paying attention, so here's a list of baseless demands!" Mom: "As punishment for this minor infraction, I'm going to get as close to child abuse as the law allows, because I can!" Inspiring, I'm sure you'll agree. |
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He's clearly a teenager and you're still having to pack his lunch and cook all his meals? And apparently you haven't taught him anything about family budgets. You get no points for raising a mama's boy.
All that said, I have seen a "Children's Bill of Rights". But it concerned itself more with "right to an education" and "stable and loving home", clean clothes, enough food.That sort of thing. Found it |
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So the point is that the OP mom is raising a spoiled brat, right? (Seriously, how many kids have a jet ski?)
Further, I never got an allowance as child, but most of my friends who did said they were expected to do certain household chores and might not get the allowance if they misbehaved. I think the kid and his mother are both maroons. Also, they speak in rhyme, and that's just weird.
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Not usually for ear piercings. The state is sitting idly by while our boys catch teh ghey through ear piercings!
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It worked for centuries, didn't it?
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Well, you have to do something to combat the evil librul athiest religion they get learned in them public schools.
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The sick thing about this is that children do have some rights. Although they loosely acknowledge some of them (freedom from abuse and neglect, essentially freedom of their own thoughts - though not from indoctrination), it seems to continue to reinforce the pCm view of children as property.
Of course, the whole glurge is nonsense, teachers practice en loco parentis enough not to start giving kids wild ideas, and tend to be fairly knowledgeable (most anyway). So this basically comes down to the implication of how dare the state tell my kids they have a right not to be abused or neglected. |
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I don't even seen the kid in the OP to be particularly spoiled. Basically outside of the backhanded and out of left field comment about him having a Jet-ski, all he's demanding is to not be beaten and to have basic right to his own thoughts and opinions.
But yeah the whole thing just reeks of the "Child as Property" bullshit. |
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To you, maybe. To the pCm asshats passing this around as divine wisdom, not so much.
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I used to work at Claire's and we always had the 18/parent's permission rule. Although now that I think about it it may have been more company policy than state law.
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http://www.health.state.ny.us/community/body_art/ |
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*Tackled, put in a straightjacket* |
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I actually remember hearing this poem about 12 or 13 years ago, so I suppose that would explain the VCR reference. IIRC, ChinchMom was listening to Dr. Laura Schlessinger's advice show on the radio, and Dr. Laura read the poem on-air. Course, since I was five or six at the time, I didn't understand it much, and I honestly didn't think I'd ever hear it again!
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