A Woman's Work
A woman’s work
A woman’s work is never done
At times it really is no fun
Washing, ironing, all those chores!
Then it’s down to washing floors
My day will start at nine o clock
And then I’ll hardly ever stop
Until my home is clean again
Dirtiness drives me insane
Soon it’s time to cook the tea
Oh boy I’m such a busy bee
I wish sometimes folk did not eat
So I can rest from aching feet
I accept these chores though, with much ease
Like a bird flies in the trees
A woman has to do her chores
And this will be forever more
8 May 2014 @ 1330hrs.
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
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