Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Crowd Control

We usually get along fine,
All willing to go with the flow,
Giving us all a spiffy shine,
Not a one out of place to show.
But for reasons to date unknown,
There comes a day when no one can
Behave like one maturely grown,
And acting out pervades the clan.
Scientists too, enduring this,
Have long and hard searched for a cure.
Soon we will be in ever bliss,
Never a naughty to endure.

To happen soon, scientists say,
Never again a bad hair day.