Career Mum

Would Joan of Arc be a post office clerk In the year of two thousand and four? And Lady Godiver, if we could revive her Would she mop the kitchen floor? These heros of history, make my lifestyle a mystery Such women we shouldn’t ignore So well in my thirties, with hand cream and nappies I went down on my knees, despite the dog’s fleas For a Wonderbra, a fancy new car And a job that would take me far Now I’m totally weary, yet it seemed fine in theory To split myself in two . . . as you do! But I feel like a martyr, this lark’s a non-starter And I blame Bodacea and Germaine Greer For this deep-rooted need to have a career