Perplexities concerning teens abound,
lugubrious souls with unprovoked frowns.
Downcast eyes beside a woebegone walk
around the house, they barely talk.
Why so averse to making sound?
Like overturned ground enveloped in brown,
their ghastly garb overshadows the town.
Like a cat fostering a grudge, they sulk.
Perplexities concerning teens abound.
Fun family affairs become unwound,
precipitating problems to compound.
Though lasting visions of frolic
stay, of youth prolix poppycock,
before they donned the forlorn crowns.
Perplexities concerning teens abound.
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