HOUSEWORK I LOVE TO HATE

HOUSEHOLD CHORES I LOVE TO HATE

I don’t mind the laundry.

Heck, I’d do it all day.

I lose my ambition

To put it away.

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Into the washer.

Then the dryer is easy.

Then it’s onto the bed –

The pile makes me queasy.

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I’ll cook all the meals,

And serve them up right!

Then, clean off the table.

There’s no dish left in sight.

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They’re all the sink,

Where they sit and wait,

As if they think

I’m some sort of date!

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Dishwasher’s loaded,

The sink is now clear.

Out of the kitchen,

My body I’ll steer.

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I scrubbed out the bathroom,

Vacuumed the floors,

I dusted each room,

Now, I’m done with my chores!

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The clothes on the bed?

The clean dishes, you say?

They can wait a big longer

To be put away.

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Those chose won’t grow legs

And wander away.

I’ll sit and relax

For the rest of the day!