opposites always
we squared off in the side yard
called the game
batman vs catwoman
not so much a match
as an excuse to fight
and call it playing
until the afternoon
your role siphoned
what was left of common sense
and you broke my glasses
over your knee
and threw them into the peony bed
batman
was a gentleman
and would not have yelled
so loudly, even before
that belt found his ass
Susan Daniels Poetry 
i loved this!!! brought back some memories,and the ending was unexpected and made me laugh out loud:)
Hee, hee–thanks!
Well, that’s a sibling memory if I ever saw one 🙂 I have a sister, and we’ve played that role play game many times during childhood. but I love her too much to break her glasses though 😉 fights, rivalry, love, affection, togetherness.. all there, and I think this is my favorite of yours.
Do you know my brother does not even remember this? The trauma from the spanking he got probably erased the memory…and thank you–this memory brought a smile.
Brovo!
🙂
Okay, I’m another who laughed from your ending.
🙂 Me too–though at the time it happened I was sobbing from the loss of my vision 😉
Jeff does not even remember doing this–probably because the trauma of the belting erased the cause from his mind.
Awww, this is so cute! Definitely brings back memories of when my sister and I were younger.
🙂 I definitely enjoyed writing ths!
My ma would say ‘stop! It’ll all end in tears!’ ~ guess in this case it truly did 🙂
hee, hee. It certainly did. my poor bro. my poor glasses.
thanks for the smile Susan
😉 my pleasure!
Ouch! I remember everything about the receiving end of belts 🙂
Oh, me too…me too. If one wasn’t handy, there was always the yardstick, which was not as bad, but bad enough, and a longer reach!
And no hard feelings left?
None at all–we got what we deserved when we got it, and way more hugs than smacks.
I wish I could say the same. 😦
Oh–so sorry to hear that. I firmly believe we need to show love to our children with an intensity equal to or more than the strength with which we discipline them.
Where I come from, dicipline is love. Check this out http://gladiuspoeticus.wordpress.com/2012/05/08/fonfon-pakslaag/
Wow. Powerful poetry there, Ken. I do have to say I prefer hugs to hits, but sometimes inspiring fear is an important way to love.
Believe me, the consequences are destructive for the rest of your life..
Yes, I so do get that. We need to learn to fear something, as that is the only thing that sometimes prevents us from stepping into greater harm, especially when we are young and impulsive.
But at least it inspires good poetry 🙂
I feel for whoever got the thrashing, Susan, and have to wonder what you did to instigate this.
🙂 You know Catwoman always started the trouble…
Awesome. Hilarious! I love it.
Jeremy–thank you. It was a fun memory (now).
I thought it was funny because over the years I have heard so many crude jokes about superheros that this just made me laugh (and snort) aloud.
HA! Love this and brings back plenty o’ memories of my own battles with the bros. belt, stick, souvenir canoe paddle from hawaii (lol, that one didn’t last long, broke first time used and not on my behind thank goodness)…but like you, many many more hugs than spanks.
Oh, what we do to each other and our poor parents…
true…but it’s okay. we are paid back with our own! 🙂
Laughing so hard. Nice one, though I feel sorry for Batman
Yes, poor little Batman 😉
The games we played when we were young! Beautiful! But who used the belt? and why the gender bias in its application?
Great poem! Takes me back to my own young days, so many many years ago!
Ah–I guess the gender bias was executed by my Dad, who had just bought the new said glasses a few weeks before…it probably had less to do with gender and more to do with frustration, the poor man. BTW, Mom was quite handy with the belt, too!