I'm sitting now inside my favourite room
The room in which at last I'm left in peace
Where I can concentrate and can resume
This work I hope that I will never cease.
Outside the door all chaos runs amok
The children squabble, fight, then start to cry
But I don't care 'cause this doors got a lock
And they can't get in even if they try.
My wife is outside with them so they're fine
She's quite good at controlling them as well
Especially when she's had a glass of wine
To soothe the edges of the place we dwell.
The writer sits upon his throne and thinks,
And no one comes into the room, it stinks.
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