Crime and Punishment

THE WOOD-SHED

One night, I goofed off going to bed,

Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.

The other day, I painted the cat red,

Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.

I ran over my dog with my new sled,

Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.

I stuck out my tongue, at Uncle Ned,

Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.

Just for a small word that I said,

Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.

For thoughts that seem to escape my head,

Mom takes me to THE WOOD-SHED.

Going to that place I dread,

The place mom calls THE WOOD-SHED.

Today that building met my axe-head!

Mom then took me to –

THE NEIGHBOR’S WOOD-SHED!

origional poem by Tom Antczak Jr.