Here it comes
The famous ruler
A disciplinary measure
A stinging reminder
Your were in error
And for your troubles
The ruler slapped

It was mother’s device
This time it was my brother
Had done something like no other
Wrong, you say
She waved it before him
Back and forth she paced
Threatening in his face

He sat there
Huffing and puffing
The kind of rage
That grew louder
The longer it continued
She stepped closer
When suddenly he snapped

Grabbing the yard stick
He snatched it from her
Now in his hands
He snapped it in half
So surprised was mother
She stood and stared
And nary a word she said

Now another day of punishment
A device much stronger
Will have to be found
If she expects to use
A weapon against
A huffer and puffer
Such as my brother still