If people wanted their exceptions made,
To rules created to instill discipline.
With expectations they be followed.
And obeyed to be given strict attention.
Then why have they been called 'rules'?
Wouldn't they be better followed,
And specifically obeyed...
If they had been called 'Commandments'?
With each assigned a number from one to ten.
And then texted to everyone.
Or perhaps faxed?
Or maybe texted?
Then better yet...
Downloaded privately for a quicker effect.
Depicting each position explicitly of sex.
But, then again...
Wouldn't people then complain,
About the 'rules' they would need to followed.
And obey.
That still did not achieve,
Those satisfactions they believed...
From a telling told that had them sold,
That 'all' exceptions were accepted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you may have spent a day in Congress or perhaps one day too many, all of which which could have been the same day...Maybe you can straighten things out...LoL! Rock solid penning, Lawrence...~FjR~