antics of my kids at bedtime...

Why does it seem you start to shout

Just before the lights should go out?

"It's time to go to bed -

You heard what I Said!"

Screaming and shouting...

Insulting and pouting...

You fling barbs at your sister

just like a springtime twister.

Bedtime seems so far away

When you ignore everything I say.

Quiet now and try to sleep

Please don't make another peep.

Sleep is what we all desire.

Can we please call a ceasefire?

The End

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