Sing, O Hearth, where mortals clash with luminous foes,
Of Heroes—Parents—who wage war against Screen Time,
That radiant tyrant, flickering with seductive power,
Luring Children into realms of pixels and endless play.
Behold the Mortal, armed with rules, stern glances,
Timers set like catapults, warnings flung like arrows.
"Enough! " they cry, "Lay down thy device,
Return to daylight, to homework, to family! "
Yet the Children, cunning as Odyssean tricksters,
Defend their glowing kingdoms with thumbs and wits,
Tapping, scrolling, summoning distractions unseen.
The Table becomes battlefield, couch a fortress besieged,
Chargers tangled like serpents, apps multiply like armies.
Notifications ring like alarmed sentinels,
And every "five more minutes" echoes through corridors,
A battle-cry against authority, defiance heroic.
Parents launch diplomacy, bribes, and threats,
Yet the Screen, immortal and unyielding, resists all mortal cunning.
Even the Dog, loyal guardian of household order,
Watches in awe as mortals wage this absurd war.
At last, a truce is declared, brief as the eye's blink:
Screens powered down, devices surrendered,
The Heroic Parent triumphant, yet weary,
While Children retreat to plots of future rebellion,
And the glowing tyrant waits, eternal and patient,
For the next battle of Glorious Screen Time.
Thus ends the epic of Parents versus Screens,
Where courage, cunning, and absurd heroism collide,
And mortals learn that even in small domestic wars,
Legends are born, and peace is a fleeting, heroic prize.
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