An Ode To Miss Lydia

An Ode To Miss Lydia (this is not an official title) is a vintage poem by an unknown author. It has been quoted in several books on the history of corporal punishment.

Text

The Rod.

My charming lady, tell me why

That blubbered face, that wat'ry eye?

Whom lately, like a lambkin gay,

I saw so wanton skip and play.

Is little Beau, thy goldfinch, flown?

Or playsome kitten sulky grown?

Has frolic squirrel broke his chain,

And been sad author of thy pain?

Has saucy Tommy snatched a kiss,

Or done still something more amiss?

Has he through keyhole dared to spy

Thy taper leg or wat'ry eye?

These would not make my fair one grieve.

Nor her of wonted smile bereave;

Far sharper evils cause her gloom,

A Rod has been poor Lydia's doom!

In vain at mamma's feet she knelt,

Not less the tingling birch she felt;

How hard, mamma, must be thy heart

To make that lovely skin to smart!

Hence, baleful twigs! from hence depart,

Curst birch, that caus'd my Lydia smart,

May'st thou prove food for honest fire,

And there, though late, thy stings expire!

See also

• Spanking in poetry
• Spanking verse

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