Ode To Chores

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.