Crying At the Crib

It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're childishly crying at the crib We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth. I swear we all need bibs. Tear stained faces contorted and grimly unsorted; that mindfully should be hid. Aren't shunned in rooms to rid, but in plain sight and "unrightfully" out in the mid Where ration should be; with raw emotions stand we __ boldly in its stead. To act with restraint would've actually been noble, but a tantrum is what we did. "But Takers are forsakers, and giving to those fakers can be more than givers can take"! We are not amusement for you to play with___ but of those you should not toy or kid. Good riddance to you and an unhappy farewell is the one true thing we could bid. Hit the door; for you're neither friend nor foe, but merely unfinished poorly formed dough. We had good notion to be in high motion; and completely out of rears. What happened today was uncalled for, and the absurdity of all my years. I never thought that something of this sort could bring on such bouts of tears. Yet gracious enough it's limit draws near, as warm thoughts do appear. Out from the wonderful voice of cheer; and all its other peers. To beckon us__ bring on those smiles and lift those tight wrinkled chins. As this day closes and comes to an end, we can't let gloom and sorrows win. But be inclined to bide our time with better things __in mind. So Let us calm our nerves and think of all thats' preserved __as the crackers and red wine is served. Alas! we settled us down and had a second go round til we uttered not a sound. What gotten into us; must have gone stir crazy, or completely out of our heads. To be hooping, hollering, and galloping like horses up here; crying at the crib.