The Whipping Room -- A Poem
The Whipping Room
Children, children!
Disobey, disobey
And it’s off to the
Whipping room
You’ll go!
The whipping room,
The whipping room:
One wall of belts and whips,
The other of
hickory switches and sticks!
Children, children!
There are lessons
To be learned;
Learn them not
And it’s off to the
Whipping room
You’ll go!
The whipping room,
The whipping room:
One wall of belts and whips,
The other of
hickory switches and sticks!
Children, children!
Lesson number one:
Speak out of turn
And there you’ll sit,
Alone, in the dark
Surrounded by
Hickory switches and sticks!
In the whipping room,
The whipping room:
Where disobedient children
Learn to repent
And many days are spent!
Children, children!
Lesson number two:
Take the Lord’s
Name in vain
And down comes
A cane!
In the whipping room,
The whipping room:
Where good children
Will learn respect,
And where bad
the Devil will collect!
Children, children!
Lesson number three:
Don’t dare curse,
Or down comes a whip,
And lashes, lashes
To your back and hip!
In the whipping room,
The whipping room:
One chair for
Children to sit --
Sit and wait
To be spanked and hit!
Children, children!
Lesson number four:
For those that fight,
Lashes and canings
For an entire night!
In the whipping room,
The whipping room:
One picture on the wall –
Only the Lord Jesus
Standing tall!
Children, children!
Lesson number five:
When all else fails
The room will crawl
With insects, and
Unrepentant liars
Shall be smothered in spiders!
In the whipping room,
The whipping room:
One wall of belts and whips,
The other of
hickory switches and sticks!