Sallie Howson

The Working Week. - Poem by Sallie Howson

Monday morning
Always late
Routine, schedules
Things I hate.

Kids to feed
Kids to dress
Husband’s ironing
House a mess.

Tuesday diving
After school
Kids at six
Swimming pool.

Wednesday evening
Half way through
Fifteen squared?
Not a clue.

Tears and tantrums
Up at dawn
Finish homework
Thursday morn.

Breakfast, school,
Where’s my shirt?
Car won’t start
Late for work.

Reports and deadlines
Lunch at one
Now it’s Friday
Almost done.

Long hot soak
That’s the way
For tomorrow
It is

Comments about The Working Week. by Sallie Howson

  • Paul Buttigieg (11/9/2007 3:56:00 AM)

    Quite clever but oh so true (Report)Reply

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  • Ernestine Northover (5/7/2007 3:48:00 PM)

    Great poem, lovely flow and funny too. Excellent.
    Love Ernestine XXX

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  • (5/4/2007 5:15:00 AM)

    I'm as strong as a fortnight but that's two week!

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  • (4/29/2007 12:57:00 PM)

    A mad week followed by great expectations for those two relaxing days off, with thoughts of hustle and bustle far away. A sigh at the end....ahhhh

    Love, Fran xxx

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2011

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