Sonnet for Poetry Month #8

Sweet baby Jesus you're still mad at me?
So you won't speak to me for anything?
OK, let's get this over with - put me
Over your knee and give me a spanking;
Make me write twenty thousand lines for you;
Then make me sit pouting in the corner;
Ground me for a week - so much you could do.
Give me a tongue-lashing if you prefer;
Scold me for behaving so naughtily.
I'll tremble before your anger and heat;
Swear i'll nevermore act so haughtily;
Beg for mercy, throw myself at your feet -
Let's have no more stoney silence. Instead,
Take me in hand and then take me to bed.