Drudgery
A little too much of my time I must say
Is taken up with the druge of the day
The cleaning, the cookin, the beating the mat
All of the ironing and washing the cat
How boring, how tedious, when will it end
I try to sit down but get up again
Oh when, oh when will this drudgery end?
Oh there's the doorbell, who can it be?
Oh, it must be the children, they'll be after their tea
Wash up, dry up, then put it all away
Hurry up bedtime, that's all I can say
I'll gat a new job, if I ever get the time
All that I really want is my pen and to rhyme
Well to bed now I must have a rest
Forget about the children and all of their mess!
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