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Ode to Chores
By Brenda Kahn

When the Good Lord
In his wisdom, Hark!
Said “Separate
the light from dark.”

He surely didn’t
See that time
Would be a scarce
Resource to find

I throw my clothes-wash
In by person
Lest my crazed
Schedule worsen

If I did dark
Then later light
Lord knows I’d be
Doing wash all night

Now let’s take a
Look at dishes
Yes! I want to
Save the fishes

But if the washer
Doesn’t run
Each night the mornings
Won’t be fun
 
There will be no
Little spoons I trust
And everyone
Will miss the bus

And who is it
Who said that,
If we bought
A tabby cat

They would surely
Clean the litter
A chore which leaves me
Slightly bitter

Now babies
While they make a mess
Their culinary
In-ter-ests

Are simple
Older kids not so
They complicate things
As they grow

Till no meal happens
By the book
Less dinner – more
Short order cook

One says too sweet
One says no crust
One spits it out
With disgust 

And if you find 
A way to wrangle
Your whole brood 
To the table

One eats fast
The other slow
Everyone answers 
“I dunno”

Lordy what’s a mom to do
With such a cantankerous crew?

But I digress
Our topic here
Is what to do
With soccer gear

Piles of cleats
Sticks lacrosse
And other sporty
Stuff to toss

But instead
I make a bin
Label it
And throw stuff in

So take a cue
From my girl Eve
If you feel a sudden
Pull to leave

You’re not at all
The only one
Chores are simply
Not that fun.

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