Something there is that doesn’t like a waul
That wants it tamed and named and syllabled.
Pacifiers serve to mute untroubled
The air round a child’s most ardent call.
Tribulation turns to ululation.
A scream must be schemed into a symphony,
A high-pitched wail into a eulogy
And cries kept to off-stage imitation.
Good sentences make good neighbours, it’s said.
A howl, a growl are unsound offences.
Learn when to pause, and close your words well-bred.
No time like the present for such behaviour.
Restrain banshee assaults on the senses,
Forsooth, good sentences make good neighbours.