Old Santeclaus Poem by Clement Clarke Moore

Old Santeclaus

Rating: 2.9


But where I found the children naughty,
In manners rude, in temper haughty,
Thankless to parents, liars, swearers,
Boxers, or cheats, or base tale-bearers,

I left a long, black, birchen rod,
Such as the dread command of God
Directs a Parent's hand to use
When virtue's path his sons refuse.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 25 December 2015

I guess some complaints never change, do they?

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Spock The Vegan 11 December 2015

Spare the rod, spoil the child in poetry form!

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Clement Clarke Moore

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