How odious the chores of this abode,
The daily grind; an endless errand list,
Sometimes I fear my head will just explode,
As one task ends the others still persist,
The hamper mocks me with its dirty clothes,
As undergarments mingle with the frocks--
My love just laughs; the pile overflows
But I control the matching of the socks!
His spill, his drip—the messes he ignores,
As dishes stack themselves upon the shelf
Miraculous how clothes just find the drawers!
Perhaps we have a secret cleaning elf?
I will not let disorder run my life—
Just grant me what HE has—a precious wife!
The daily grind; an endless errand list,
Sometimes I fear my head will just explode,
As one task ends the others still persist,
The hamper mocks me with its dirty clothes,
As undergarments mingle with the frocks--
My love just laughs; the pile overflows
But I control the matching of the socks!
His spill, his drip—the messes he ignores,
As dishes stack themselves upon the shelf
Miraculous how clothes just find the drawers!
Perhaps we have a secret cleaning elf?
I will not let disorder run my life—
Just grant me what HE has—a precious wife!
Tomorrow's blog: Wild Turkey
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