Every Friday the candy bowl was filled to the brim, with a grin. Each confection was individually wrapped and if your hand went in, it was slapped. There was a rule, it was a handy tool. A question must be asked, it was more like a task. "Mother May I?" must be answered with "Yes, you may," for your hand to stay. But when company came, the bowl was free reign.
Holidays and Celebrations were the exceptions to the rule; the candy bowl was always kept full. No rules to abide, no tears would be cried. The party had begun, it was so much fun. Then the rule slipped out, "Mother May I?" was asked, with a pout. "What good manners!" said the mad-hatters. "You raised him well, this we can tell." They all clapped and the boy felt trapped. His blood began to boil..."Go to hell, Danny Royal! I am sick of the rules, you all are such fools!" Mother May I was pissed, and chased him with her fist. "Rules you must abide! 50 lashes with a wet noodle, on your hide!" They felt like wire, his ass was on fire.
On Mother's Day a candy bowl was sent; filled to the brim, he was hell bent. Inside the bowl was home-made chocolate candy; they came in very handy. Enema fluid and laxatives were the special ingredients; a toilet would be needed for her immediance. On the throne for hours she would have to sit, for she was going to have the shits. It was his desire for HER ass, to now be on fire!
Disclaimer: It took me more than 5 minutes to write this.
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