Ridcully_Calvert - Peace and Quiet

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

The End

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