This amusing rhyme is for all those who HATE housework... |
The Everyday Housewife Routine… The chores of the everyday Housewife are too much to stand; It has to be done, but dear God why put me in command? I’m forced to keep cleaning but Always the filth does ascend; I hate doing housework, the Cycle keeps turning - no end. My corners are filthy - my Windows so streaked you can’t see; My couch underneath has a Wealth of old dust and debris. The oven is coated with Spill after spill now turned black, The cupboards are full of small Weevils that came for a snack. My closet is stuffed full with Boxes of things hardly used; To find what you want you must Dig but the pile seems fused. My icebox is sticky; the Biscuits blew up past their date, The crumbs, all around, invite Bugs to come eat off the plates. Old clothes seldom worn lie in Heaps here and there—all around, Odd socks that I’ve lost in the House still have yet to be found. The bathroom has mold growing Everywhere, all through the year, I clean a few moments per Day (no ‘tis not my career). Surprisingly, with all the Clutter my household seems neat; My crud I keep hidden in Ways that are 'somewhat discreet'. I’ll always be messy—compelled By my hatred to clean… I’ll NEVER get used to the Everyday housewife routine! |