Naughty Girl

Naughty Girl

I know she is a very naughty girl,
What can one do but bend her 'cross a knee,
And spank her hard until she's in a whirl,
Her thoughts so mixed: a repository
Of all that one would hold to be quite wrong,
Bad, naughty and quite wicked as well;
Who'd not leave her unspanked; she can long
To be whipped so soundly, it will spell
The demise of the least insurrection
In which, I suspect, she'd participate,
Were I not to allow frequent correction,
Until all is resolved, though she will ache
When I am done, but, then new itches grow:
She is a very naughty girl, I know.