My Rules Poem by Sue Bob

If you want to marry me, heres what you'll have to do:
You must learn how to make a perfect chicken-dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey in socks,
And soothe my troubled mind,
And develope the knack for scratching my back,
And keep my shoes spoylessly shined.
And while I rest you must rake up the leaves,
And when it is hailing and snowing
You must shovel the walk... and be still when i talk,
And-hey-where are you going?