Barb cried “Get off me, you fool!”
And she kicked like a regular mule.
But Monty, grim-faced,
Sat astride her slim waist,
And growled in a manner most cruel:
“One has to be cruel to be kind,
And what’s more, your death-warrant is signed.
For your crimes you must pay,
And for starters, I’ll lay
Some red stripes on your little behind!”
Her wrists were soon harshly tied,
As the girl unsuccessfully tried
To twist herself free
But the man said “I see
Stricter disciple must be applied!”
He slowly drew out his belt,
Which Barb repeatedly felt,
As it swished through the air
To her buttocks most bare,
Where each blow left a colourful welt.