Hated Job
My worst job that of washing DeLaval,
Machine for separating milk from cream.
Yes, I remember that so very well.
That nasty job was truly a bad dream.
We had no running water on the farm
And had to heat it on the old wood range.
Water cooled off fast, couldn't keep it warm
And needed kettle boiling for exchange.
Wash water soon turned into milky slime,
The water from our well was very hard.
With no sewer to accept it at the time,
I had to pour wash water on the yard.
My daddy was so proud of his machine,
But I was she who had to keep it clean.
For Sara's contest: "Job"
11/14/14
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