Chaos
Welcome to our house
Theres all but saddness,
Always full of children
Must enjoy pure maddness.
Many neighborhood children
Plus three of our own,
Oh, how relaxing it would feel
If only our kids were grown.
They beg and plead with you
How can you possibly disagree,
For they only want a social life
While your only asking for sanity.
So, you just grin and bear it
For someday you will long,
To hear even a slight noise
Realizing your kids are now grown.
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