Clattered dishes, swarming flies,
unwashed clothes, left hung to dry.
Casseroles with accumulated filt,
garbages never thrown to a pit.
Squirming baby,
shouting mommy,
drinking daddy,
All never seem to worry.
Unlaundered clothes
scattered on the floor.
Toilets unflushed,
left a musky odor.
Oh dear mother, try to see
things left undone, please oversee.
It's about dusk, and I have a plea
when tomorrow comes, a clean house...I wanna see.
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