Sir

Stand up straight.
Yes sir.
Hands out of pockets.
Yes miss.
Do me a favour?
Okay sir.
Tuck your shirt in.
Yes ma'am.
Get a move on.
Why?
What did you say?
Nothing miss...
Now please.
No.
What? !

by Johnny Golding

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