At last, the evening arrives
a time for peace and quiet
The war is over, peace has come
the end of every riot.
At one stage, "All is lost!", we thought
we briefly did consider
Taking leave of all our senses,
and loosing God's own quiver
WMDs and things of that ilk,
destruction barely contained.
Thank the heavens that was stopped,
only just constrained.
But then the moms came back from the shops
and took back firm control.
Relieving the poor beleaguered pops
shaking with heads all awhirl.
The rattles silent, no more grunts
and wails of broken heads
Those little tykes, at last contained,
inside their cots and beds