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Limerick style take on the dreaded housold drudgery.
Submitted:Oct 11, 2006 Reads: 149 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
THE DREAM
Please
On Saturday morning
Don't wake me till ten
With a fresh cup of tea
The paper...and then
As I gaze out the window
I know I will see
Clean clothes on the line
(Not washed by me!)
I'll hear the vacuum concerto
(It's such a sweet sound)
And the clunkety clunk
Of the dishwasher-go-round
Then I'll quietly get up
And open the door...
It was only a dream
(I've had it before.)
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