The Chores Poem by David Darbyshire
The Chores
Rating: ★5.0
Can't swing an axe
won't mop the floor.
Follow my tracks?
I goin out the door.
I hate to do the chores,
but they got to be done.
I know the chores are yours,
so I go and ask my son.
Monday, October 23, 2006
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Patricia Gale
23 October 2006
Oh you had to mention chores so early in the morning! Delightful read, thanks for the reminder of the floor.
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4/24/2024 6:33:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Chores? ' he said. 'Chores? What chores? ' and I said, 'Thanks, I'll have a pint of lager and a large whisky please! ' Danny