A poem in honor of Spring cleaning. Yuck.
I hate housework.
Makes me feel like a maid.
Like I’m just some jerk.
I wish it would go away, just fade.
I hate housework.
There’s just so much of it,
Life’s little quirks.
One never ending laundry fit.
I hate housework,
And all those stupid dishes.
I wish I could smirk,
And dump those thing to the fishes.
I hate housework.
Constant cleaning of the filthy bath.
It makes me curt!
I wish I could cut that time in half.
I HATE HOUSEWORK!
Vacuuming up the dog hair.
I want to talk to the clerk.
That’s a task I would share.
So here’s the end.
I’ll stand on my porch
And I will send
The whole thing up with a torch!
Other poems by me:
http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Shadow-Children.676827
http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/The-Song-of-Morning-Star.592003
http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Can-a-Flower-Love-a-Color.645489
http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/The-Hand-of-Sister-Bridgett.548721
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