By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
‘Twas the month after Christmas when all through the house,
A couple was stirring, their schedules to douse.
She was a judge coming out of the shower,
He a divorce lawyer, late in the hour.
All proud of herself with expectations at their door,
Fed Ex was delivering a judge promotion to adore.
When what to her surprise came a sudden clamor,
A knocking so loud, it could silence a hammer.
No time to waste with a towel on her waist,
She rushed to that door with all due haste.
Opening herself to the morning sun,
There stood a man, he wasn’t the one.
It was Leon, that neighbor,
Seeing him was worse than labor.
What do you want, go home, don’t linger,
As she raised her middle finger.
Not very honorable, Judge Bertha Skank,
No bribes today to break your bank?
I’m busy bum, go back to your slum,
A promotion is coming, I’m not so dumb.
I have an offer, if you please,
And it’s a thousand-dollar tease,
If you would drop that towel below your knees.
She paused for the cause with greedy eyes,
A walk in the park for a very big prize.
So down it went, no shame ever meant.
All naked she stood, a scene well sent.
Thank you, your honor, a photo for tonight,
For the followers, you see, on my web site.
And here’s the thousand to make it right.
Slamming the door, she cursed the man,
With cash in hand, upstairs she ran.
She grabbed her robe, getting ready for work,
When out from the shower came that dweeby jerk.
Who was at the door my dear?
A commotion caught my ear.
It was our neighbor asking for a favor,
But I sent him his way, it was all okay.
No honey, not okay, I loaned him a thousand last May,
He said he would pay me back today.
Happy New Year to All.