Naughty Jean
by Don A. Landhill
Copyright © 2000
(with apologies to Rod McKuen)
Jean, Jean, your bottom is red
with welts from my switch strong and green;
And your cheeks are ablaze
with a blush at my gaze--
Stand nose to the wall, Naughty Jean.
Jean, Jean, your language is foul
with words you should never have dreamed
So then curse if you will
but I'm waiting to fill
your mouth with the soap, Naughty Jean
Till this brat of the valley learns to behave
Till pranks fall from around her and leave her alone
Where she comes a sneekin', my switch'll be waitin'
Jean, Jean, you're young but not good
full of mischief, of plans, and of schemes
But I'll mend your ways yet,
on that you can bet
Come over my knee, Naughty Jean.
-DAL April 2000
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