The Perfect Host

I was thinking the other day. What if the President came to stay. As I set and fiddle my finger. These questions began to linger. I would welcome him with open arms. Impress him with my humble charms. Should I serve him a simple meal? Or maybe prepare him a feast of veal? Through I like him quite a lot. Do I make him sleep on a cot? If I let him sleep in my room. Must I make it smell like French perfume. Remind him it's not his bed to hog. He will be rooming with my dog. Can I put him out of doors? Make him do my garden chores. After he is done with that. He could clean the box of my cat. He'll split wood for the fire. Help the wife change my pickup tire. Sweep mud off the old front stoop. Then shovel out my chicken coop. Perhaps we could find the time to talk. After he takes the dog to walk. I could have him wash my car. Maybe.... It's just a bit too far. Should he find the need to shower. Pray he does not take an hour. When he visits, It will be mine to boast. I will be the perfect host.