A little rock that's stuck in your shoe,
Is not a real problem per se,
Not until your sole is bruised,
When you reach the end of your day.
Answering phones with one hand,
With the other I'm wiping bums,
That's Ok it's just my lot,
I'm a harried, working Mum.
I would love you to rub my sore spot,
I've got some other spots that need rubbing too,
And please remind me before tomorrows grind,
To remove that effing rock from my shoe.
© 2012
How clever! Fab rhyming I hope you get your 'foot' rub soon; -) x
Thanks for my morning smile, hope hubby tows the line and finds the right spots.ha, ha,
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Very, very nice! That's what hubbies are for is it not?