Author:
Bett Atherton, UK
Poem
HOUSEWORK
I hate housework it’s such a bore
Dusting and sweeping is such a chore
That pile of ironing I’ll put out of sight
Perhaps I’ll do it tomorrow night
Sink full of dishes and shopping to do
Put on the kettle let’s have a brew
The dog to be walked and the kids to be fed
And all he does is lay in bed
Do the weeding, mow that grass
If only I was upper class
A cleaning lady I would get
Housework I could then forget
Until then I’ll just have to cope
Put on the telly let’s watch a soap