She scrubs the floor on hands and knees
Nor thinks to take a moment's ease.
She dusts and waxes varnished wood
And wipes the mirrors as she should.
She polishes the silverware
And shines the glasses with a flair.
She tidies up each cluttered room:
No scraps escape her corn-straw broom.
She feeds the teak with Danish oil
And ferrets out each speck of soil.
Her chores are done; her home's like new,
And just the laundry's left to do.
But when she washes all her clothes,
No smelly socks assail her nose.
No stained and spotted pants or skirts,
No grimy blouses or tee shirts
Will swish among the foamy suds
With pretty, dainty party duds.
Her jobs are dirty, but she's shrewd-
She does her housework in the nude!
Hello again Yen, loved the 'twist in the tail (or is that tale?) to this bit of good clean fun... Take care. Joey
Very witty and clever, Yen....absolutely love it! Hope the milkman doesn't know! ! I also hope you draw the line before you start cleaning the windows? A pleasure to read, and look forward to more :) Jack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I laughed out loud at the end! A good surprise, not even where I thought the poem was going! ! Barbara