Stop Arguing, Girls
It is funny really, what makes me, sad inside.
To see my loved ones argue, makes me want to run and hide.
To fight over nothing, oh so trivial it all seems.
To shout and lots of tantrums with nasty horrible screams.
Punching and a pinching, a slapping oh so hard,
Chasing around the table, with sword shouting' 'en guard'!
A slip, a trip, a fall, the crying it now begins.
Mommy must now step in and separate the squabbling twins.
I do not care who starts it, I know now it must end.