Doing Sweeties Chores
Satire
Doing Sweeties Chores
7-9-2016
My wif no longer cuts the grass
And goat jus died from eatin glass
Her old string trimmer is most gone
She’s upen left so I’m livin alone
Our washing machine it had no cord
I think she named it MY scrub board
The iron she left had the name of sad
The wurst appliance she’d ever had
I feed the chickens and slop the hog
And at night I sleep with my ole dog
I’m now in bed most nights by dark
I lay and listen to the call of a lark
So now I’m eatin from paper plates
Clipping qupons and hunting rebates
As I hang my washin outside to dry
I think of her leavin and wonder why?
I gave her stuff and promised more
For she’d werk jus like a stevedore
Since she left things are sure rundown
ifen she’d return I’d taker to town
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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