Git

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

My son doesn't say get, he says git.

His teacher paddled him after having a fit.

His teacher said that he'll learn proper english or pay the price.

I took care of that sorry b*****d who isn't very nice.

I threatened to whoop him over the phone and he said that I wouldn't say that if we were face to face.

I went to the school and now he has broken arms, broken ribs and a neck brace.

I whooped him so hard that he decided to quit.

He'll never paddle another child for saying git.