I was chatting with Val Mills on the Writers Facebook chat line last week about cleaning and knitting, and she said that she thought there was a poem in there somewhere. Not being one to turn down a challenge this is my cleaning poem. The knitting one will follow shortly.

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It’s early in the morning
And I’ve woken with a groan
At the thought of all the housework
Which I have to do alone.
It’s not a chore I like
And it takes up so much time
From the things I really want to do
Like writing prose and rhyme.
The weekly washing’s piling up
Which really is a bore,
And then I’ve got to iron it
And mop the kitchen floor.
Then it will be dinner time
I’ll have to cook a meal.
There’s nothing in the fridge
So with shopping I must deal.
Oh why is woman’s work
Such a heavy load to bear?
I think I’ll go on strike
And let my hubby do his share.
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Christine Ramsay 2.11.10
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