Poem about Too Many Rules


When, of rules, there are a slew,

Need to learn how these to skew.

Learn, must, to warrant action.

Thus, aid in passion’s traction.

Rules, when only one or two,

May not like but will make do.

When too many to abide,

Often must break them and hide.

Hiding sometimes in closet,

Sometime we justify it.

Tell selves rule is suggestion

Not a real regulation.

June Nash


Are you, or have you known someone who was given too many rules to follow?

Do they hide, breaking rules on the sly?  Do they find loop holes in the rules?  Justifying the things that they do? 


Don’t you think that if we had less rules, a manageable list of rules for living together in peace, we could follow them more consistently?

Who likes too many rules?

Poem about: Rules! Rules! Rules!



Don’t like being told what to do.

Directed, as seen fit by you.

You make rules, enforce them on me.

I hate these rule of yours you see.

It’s not the rules that I abhor.

I adore order, I want more.

It is just that the rules, I find

Easier to heed if they’re mine.

–                   – June Nash