looked all around,
kept chawing
not realizing that
my jaw was tiring-
lor! just look at the floor
makes me all sore
O Lord please send me a
Markhor, to nibble away,
and gift me a claymore
to slash clean the rough
tough rubbish, enough
Enough' I say
It is warm, work heavy
I am weary and sweaty
Oh the vacuum cleaner
feels loaded and 'meaner'
upstairs and downstairs,hey
what was that? I sway
the hose fell to disobey
Oh horror, my clothes ?
O machine' like the knave
of hearts-took them
clean away-there ended
my chores of the day....
2 comments:
Nice words, Anjum :)
Phew! So much house-work!
That reminds me! Lots of cleaning to do while I spend time to blog :)
sometimes the way it tis with the household ladies
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