the woodshed

your father
never took you
out to the proverbial
woodshed
to beat the sarcasm
and teasing nature
out of you, so it
still continues
to this day,
but you wonder
sometimes
how it would have
affected your
life, if he had
had the time
or inclination
to do so,
but you're glad
that he didn't,
strangely happy
that he was hardly
ever home,
out doing
what pleased him,
his children a
vague mystery.