Please Keep Your Little Ones On a Short Leash

No more babies to make. We're all done my wife says. Get the scissors. We have 3 of our own All under 5, 4 total. Why look so nostalgic towards babies Tinier than my 11 month old? The kid's truck-sized, Like wielding slabs of marble about. We're done, He's heavy, We're out. It's just so terminating. The era is over. Watch the garden grow With the ones we have. Our family is finished. Why am I sad about this? Because they allow babies in taprooms With a sign above that says...