Mother: Hast seen the pacifier, churlish youths?
Thy sister in her crib doth wail and moan,
And this, her nap time, offers her no sooth
And damn it! Why this ringing of the phone?
Eldest: My mother is enraged, upon my word,
But little do her words my soul aggrieve
For ever doth she rail, and rail unheard,
While we her bairns our plans unfettered weave.
Baby: Wan' POOKIE!!!