Oh the rambunctious children began to get on my taut nerves.
I sat them all down with coloring books and crayons.
Hoping for a peaceful afternoon, only a relaxation serves.
My two littles girls were getting sleepy; I bedded them down amid protests and yawns. 

 When I left my two twin boys were busy coloring the same pictures on the floor.
I was really enjoying an old romantic black and white movie.
Laughter was increasing, I tiptoed in to see if they were behaving anymore.
The sight I beheld made me drop to one knee.

 All over the door, walls, furniture and floor was crayola scribbles, a sad sight.
Marching them to the kitchen, I handed each a sponge, can of comet, and a pan.
They were going to learn the lesson, writing on walls not right.
I supervised the cleansing, it was fun at first to them, till tiredness began.

 The writing on the wall would teach them a valuable lesson, a harsh learn.
"You will be held accountable for every ill thought action."
There are many ways to deal with the mischievous child at every turn.
God gave the parents wisdom; they are the wiser faction.

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