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