Once a month, oh what a sight,
The subs all gather, hearts contrite.
Madam stands with her wicked smirk,
And duckie gulps—it’s time for work.

“Punishment Points! Let’s count them all!”
She shouts aloud in the grand old hall.
Each sub shuffles, each sub squirms,
Recalling all their naughty terms.

“Late replies? That’s twenty-three!”
“Forgot to kneel? Add fifty-three!”
“Spilled my tea? That’s double that!”
duckie faints and lands KER-SPLAT.

But rules are rules, the math is clear,
ALL the points go on his rear!
For duckie, see, is the lucky one,
Who takes each lash until it’s done!

The whip comes out, the count begins,
SMACK! THWACK! CRACK!—he takes his sins!
Not his mistakes, oh no, not quite,
But everyone’s—both left and right!

The crowd just cheers—what a delight!
As duckie twitches through the night.
Madam grins, “You’re almost done —
not far to go, just another eighty one!”

When it’s done, they clap, they cheer,
As duckie groans, “Same time next year?”
Madam laughs, her eyes aglow,
“Oh no, my dear… we go MONTHLY, you know!”