T,W,W,I,N,D
The Woman's Work Is Never Done.
Wedding bells are ringing as the church bursts into life.
A day of joyous throng as the Groom takes himself a wife.
The wife makes her house a home with sofa, chairs and table.
She'll do the decorating, well as much as she is able.
Then sorting out her white goods with her washer by the sink
She paints the bathroom walls with blue
and their bedrooms painted pink.
Then as they sit and look at all she's done about the place
her hubby shows his gratitude with a big smile on his face.
He showers her with gifts of flowers and begs she take a rest.
She can finish off tomorrow in tidying their nest.
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