Respect

To one's parents
When they’re watching TV
And one resents.
Mother, dear, why the tussle,
It's time to end the Monday-morning bustle.
And here's the deal, I propose to seal,
To spare you a penny for there to be no hustle.
The sparkling TV's drab with news,
So why don't you retire to the mews?
If you stay put, I'll miss my show,
Come come, there's the larder to raid and the lawn to mow.

To a young child,
Who’s having his fun at a park,
But you want to have it for free from him.
Hello there kid, I won't be so benign
Evacuate and you'll be fine!
The place’s lovely, no scorching sun,
A pleasant treat for everyone!!
And I'd be glad to take in the weather fresh,
So you'd rather make a move than thresh.


Of a teacher, Who nurtured for a year,
Perspired without a tear.
But who is now a part of the past,
In your life who doesn’t last.
There's a Ma'am, now a passerby,
To whom I've long said goodbye.
Those harsh cross-marks now denote the past,
That animosity that I don't wish to last.
So I've had the last word, and there's there
I simply have no words to spare.

The right way, the correct path...
RESPECT...

There's always scope, for a pleasant word
Adieu to the stare that pierces like a sword!
Tata to the barrels of jargon that justify,

Why A, B or C mustn’t take reason in their stride.             

For everyone is just apt as thou,

To kindle close to a fiery row!!

And Ma can cane, instead of bleat,

And jab instead of nudge you sweet.

But she explains and reasons and mollifies,

Though she can get through without a sigh!

That you are young, and she is old,

Comes after an individual’s ‘gold’!!

There’s not much of you that people like,

On a per cent a cent I’d like to strike,

If you speak shallow and thin,

And nothing comes from deep within,

All that comes, is mere spite,

Which gushes out, and like a termite does bite!!