Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Awful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles.
"Of The Awful Battle of the Mom and Dad Units Together with Some Account of the Participation of the Sons and the Daughters and the Intervention of the Great Marriage Counselor"
The Mom and the Dad units, everyone knows,
are proud and implacable passionate foes.
(It is always the same, wherever one goes)
And the Sons and the Daughters, although they may claim
they do not like fighting, once in a way
will now and again join into the fray
and they'd:
"Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!"
Until the commotion creates quite a sight.
Now on this occasion, things at first weren't so sad
It had been a day since things really were bad
(and that's a long time for a Mom or a Dad)
The Uncles and Aunts were away from the house
I don't know the reason, but some may suppose
they were chased away by a rather large mouse
So no one at all was about on the street
When a Mom and a Dad Unit happened to meet
They did not advance nor exactly retreat
but they glared at each other and scraped their hind feet
and started to
"Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!"
Until the commotion created a sight.
Now the Mom, although people may say otherwise
won't just fight with her words, but also with her eyes
So all of the Moms when they heard the uproar
Some came to the window, some came to the door
there were nearly a dozen; more likely a score
and together they started to glare and despise
with their wonderful, powerful, glaring Mom-eyes
but a staring contest is what Dad Units like
for you Dad Parental Unit is a dour stubborn type.
And the Sons and the Daughters no longer held back
but started to yell and started to talk back
and join into the din with a:
"Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!"
Until the commotion created a sight!
"Blame-for-this-blame-for-that-blame-for-this-blame-for-that-blame-for-this-blame-for-that-blame-for-this-SCAT"
Until the commotion created a sight!
Now when these groups of enemies fought at their peak
Things were starting to look rather bleak
And some of the Family Friends thought that this was so wack
that they considered calling the Grandparents back!
When suddenly up, like some great and strange chancellor
Just who should stalk out but the Great Marriage Counselor!
Her eyes were like thunderstorms, as black as a rain cloud
She yelled, "shut up!", and no one they'd heard was ever that loud
and when she look out through the dust of the battlefield
The enemies knew at once that their problems were healed
And what with the fright of her eyes and her business card
the Mom and the Dad Units frightfully ran for the yard
Her cell phone at once gave them a great 'BEEP'
And they, every last one of them, scattered like sheep!
And when the Aunts and Uncles returned to the house
there was no one left but the aforementioned mouse!