The Unwashed are cloaked in sadness,
For 'tis with disappointment we do hear,
That our beloved Buffy,
Has been clipped about the ear,
By her well meaning parents,
Her future they hope to save, 
But poor Buffy's feeling blue,
The situation has turned grave.                                                    

Mom and Pop we understand your views,
Your points of view we respect,
But the logic underlying this,
Is something we reject.
Young people of today are social creatures,
The world itself has changed,
Without sustained outside contact,
She may well get deranged.
She needs to venture out of the house,
And then outside the fence,
Buffy is such a sensible person,
She has bucketloads of sense.
Let her exercise her sensibility,
Outside her room to go,
With this form of moral exercise,
Her persona shall surely grow.
And on this very serious subject,
Tis another thing that kills,
Without more contact to the outside world,
You'll harm her social skills.
From this point I now extend,
To another of my views,
Without dynamic contact with the world,
She miss out on all the news.
With such a withdrawl from current events,
And the current U.S. voice,
She will miss much critical information,
How will she make an informed choice?                                                    

And what about her many friends,
Whom she has to leave,
With her dynamic personality,
Without her they do grieve.
Is it fair to deprive them,
Of this shining light?
They need her influence in their lives,
Deprive them? That's not right!
Then there's the emergency services,
They shall soon be aloof,
They're sick of coming to your house,
To rescue boyfriends from the roof.
You see, they pine for our Buffy,
Life without her not the same,
To be separated from her charms,
Is the source of major pain.                                                    

Buffy needs to find her way in life,
This is not being done,
With this form of domestic isolation,
She's not having any fun.
This is not fair on her,
Experiences are flying past,
We need to let our kids be kids,
They grow up much too fast.                                                    

Then, the world seems a much nicer place,
With our Buffy in it,
Without her amongst the masses,
The goodness you do limit.
It's like there's been a sunny day,
Then you put a cold one to your lips,
But the joy quickly turns to discomfort-
Along comes a full eclipse.
The beautiful day that you'd enjoyed,
Has turned rather glum,
Once you were bathed in sunshine,
No there's a cover on the sun.                                                    

Being a principal of a school,
I appreciate such kids,
The ones that are always happy,
With brains beneath their lids.
Buffy is just one of these,
This I have to say,
She's the type of kid who,
Really makes my day.
If she is upset at all,
Just a little off her game,
The positive effect upon the teaching staff,
Wouldn't be the same.
So don't deprive her teachers,
Of a rare shining light,
Remove the grounding quickly,
And put everything to write.                                                    

I'm not an international electonic loony,
My poetry does not cease,
And Buffy has served to inspire me,
Hence this humble piece.
She has been an inspiration since,
She joined our little clan,
So, we come before you now,
Could you lift your ban?
She has really learnt her lesson,
Her persona is now stronger,
Your imposed grounding's done it's job,
There's no point it going longer.
So, free our effervescent Buffy,
This I ask of thee,
She has grown from this experience,
It's time to let her free!