A woman’s work is never done
I find to my displeasure.
‘Tho diligently I try quite hard
My week and time to measure.
When hubby grumbles off to bed
He gives to me advice:
“Stop bumbling ’round the kitchen
‘Cause just once it would be nice
If I could but retire
Peace and quiet, rest enjoy,
Without the rattle of a dish
And chairs scraping to annoy.
Just work a little harder, dear
Start when the day’s begun.
Don’t bumble ‘round the kitchen
When your work should all be done.”
I sigh, and say in tired voice,
“Yes, dear,” but in my heart, I know
This woman’s work is never done
So goes my tale of woe.
© May B. Winkel